Faith, is a very biased and personal thing.

Whether it's your faith in God, in a person, in an idea, in a dream.. It's always relative, and.. Close to heart.


How can I explain how it feels?

Imagine you've invested everything that you are, your entire being, every ounce of faith and hope and trust and belief into one thing. And then imagine having that taken away from you. Having it turn 180 degrees around in an instant. Everything that you've invested and dreamed of crumbles. Your life's goal, destroyed.

You don't just lose faith in that thing.

You lose yourself.


The air is stale. Heavy, and dark. Everything moves in slow motion. Nothing makes sense.

It feels wrong. It *is* wrong.


Maybe I was a fool. Maybe it's my fault and I'm to blame for where I am today.

But it strikes me as ironic, that the one who doesn't need it gets it, and the one who really needs it, is left without it.

And I tried. I tried so hard that there's nothing left of me. I put all my faith in one thing, my entire being, and had that taken away from me. Again. I had *me* taken away from me. This was me. This is me. I AM this.

There is nothing else in the world that I want. And at this point, I wonder if there's anything worth living for.