faithful

How is it that faith is so hard to hold on to? When everywhere I look all I see is memories and gorgeous surroundings that mean everything to me. This is my home, here I belong, here I know is where I'll be for a while, and I'm loving every moment of it. So why is it here in this perfect city that my faith has been lost? Why is it here that I've found one thing and lost another? Why here have I found love and lost faith, found forever and lost now, found friends and lost family. Or perhaps I've just given what I used to have a new name... perhaps my faith just turned into love, but is all the same.

Or perhaps I've lost the faith that I always thought I knew just becuase I really never knew it at all. Maybe my faith has turned into a search and journey that i'm supposed to take, maybe I need to lose it and then find it again on my own, in myself. I think that opening your eyes to things you never knew before only helps you to find yourself even more and that as we grow, we only question more and more.

I would never count myself away from religion, I think it's vital, I know it is. In some form or another, I truly believe our lives would be empty without it, but I also know that there is so much to take in in life, that sometimes it's hard to handle it all at once. We're thrown at a million different streets, a million different paths and million different ways to live. We have to sift through the paths we're given and add to them smaller paths to help us make our way through. We must use what we have and are given to find ourselves and then find what we love and what we're faithful to.