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Is faith a fantasy?

Most of us love fantasy. Even the few who claim to hate fantasy secretly hope for it. We pray for the impossible and ultimately settle for reality. As a child, we believed in fairy tales and superheroes. We wished to be our favourite character and even replicated an action or two. The older we became, the wiser we claimed to be. However practical we might be, we just cannot let go of few things. Let's say Prince Charming or the fair princess for instance. The first expectation of our partners had a profound influence on these characters. In our defence, we did settle for more practical options later in life. Nevertheless, we do fantasise about a miracle in times of need or distress. We prayed and prayed till it was answered or till we accepted the reality. Religions have a different outlook on the entire concept. Most people believe in God or a power/force beyond our understanding to be our Prince Charming and rescue from the dragon. In this case, problems we face every day of our lives. We wish for the impossible and implore the forces to fulfil it. We all do promise to bribe them in return. This faith is what drives most of us. It makes us trust in ourselves and the universe. It holds the balance of good and evil. Miracles do happen, but not at the expense of upsetting the nature. We call it predestined or fate. Our fantasy does not stand a chance against fate, sans a few cases. When I pray and ask for the impossible, I am always ready to accept the result. However painful it may be. It makes me wonder if my faith is strong enough. Is it strong enough to trust wholeheartedly? Is it strong enough to let go if it does not happen while walking out with faith? Is it strong enough to handle disappointments? Or is my faith a fantasy? 
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