FAITH

Been to places where the level of faith is staggering, and then I looked at myself and realized that there was nothing, except respect for them. I looked around and found myself surrounded by people, who were immersed in faith. Everything that they did was just towards that one mighty power whom they worshiped. I kept looking at them to find the ingredient which was missing in me. But then certain things have to come from within. I tried to sing along or even tried to dance but it didn’t happen. Faith is that unshakable power that never fails; sooner or later the opposing force has to give up. The heads were bowed down in respect, with humility in their eyes and that hope in their heart that their prayers would be answered.

It somehow didn’t fall in place; I have faith in things that I do. But then most of the time, I realize that the opposing force is either too powerful or too stubborn to give in. I just couldn’t answer those questions. It kept me troubled for most of the time, whether the faith I had in certain things are wrong or my faith was false. I tried convincing myself that my faith was strong. But the question kept lurking. The web of questions kept building, one by one I found myself surrounded by questions for which I had no answer. Whether giving up is good, or sticking on to the faith is good, or whether I made the right choice of trusting some feeling that I imbibed, or am I too stubborn to run behind things which were never mine.

Then arises the question, that unless I try how would I know, so does it mean we shouldn’t try , or does it mean that we should still have faith. Faith is that feeling that gives us strength to move ahead. But when that breaks, is it not right to give up? Or should we continue to have faith, considering the obstacle as a test of our faith. Certainly God does that, as told by my parents and friends. Then somewhere I remember being told that, if there is something which you have wanted from the bottom of your heart with all sincerity, it will happen. Certainly I did try with all faith and sincerity. Still I feel that the faith has been shaken, and almost destroyed. The journey of hope doesn’t end right there, if not this then probably something else. We humans are so used to accepting things, and moving on. And yet faith is important. What is it then faith or acceptance?

That one statement about giving something your heart and soul to achieve with all the sincerity will make it yours, has stuck to me. That’s one reason I‘ve kept away from the faith in God, am not an atheist just that I am a person who believes in what I do. Then where do things go wrong? The answer better be worth it. God on the other hand, has somehow managed to call me towards him through people and yet I fail to understand, why? Am not stubborn to bow down, the respect towards a power which can fill hope in the lives of people is definitely there. Yet the faith in him has not begun. Hope brings happiness, togetherness and peace in life. Hence the power of god in itself is an example of the fact that lives change with hope and faith.

Certainly no matter what the answer is, there is one thing for sure, my faith in things that I believe will remain, since there is one thing which will give me peace of mind, that I tried and with all my sincerity.  There will be no regrets and that itself is an ingredient for peace. The questions will come and go but the peace will remain. The feeling of having answered my questions is there but the answer still seems to be miles away.