f.a.i.t.h.

Faith.

I love this word. It’s a word that holds promise and hope, yet it does not connote wishful thinking. It evokes even the slightest beam of light during the darkest hours.

Chanced upon this quote the other day –

Live life with choice, not circumstance;
Live with faith, not feeling.

Don’t really get the second part of the quote, though. How does one live without feeling? But I totally concur with the first part.

Life revolves around choices, doesn’t it? Choices that are life-long; choices which consequence might haunt you 10 years down the road; choices which you’re glad you’ve made; and choices which you wished you’ve never.

I thought, for a 24-year-old, I’m considered grown up. There’re times when I’m pretty comfortable with what I perceived to be an adult life; and there’re times when I think that I’m really just a kid.

 Just when I thought I know how emotionally upsetting life can be, it dishes something entirely new to me. Now I know that despite being 24, I’m still small; I still can’t handle certain things in stride.

And faith? I wish I have as much of that as I’ve hoped for.