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The ultimate definition of Faith

Faith is one of the most complicated and straightforward aspects of life. Most of us have a love-hate relationship with hope, and it is not a smooth ride either. I have always wondered the real definition of faith. More than one person in my life has asked me to hold on to it. I have always wanted to ask them the ultimate meaning of it. Is it the belief in the higher power? Is it the belief that life has better plans for us? Is it the positivity and the urge for a happier future? Faith has a more significant meaning than the expectation of the greener pastures. It is not falling in the hopes of a safe landing. It is the belief that there is a reason behind our pain. It is the acceptance that our suffering is a part of a bigger picture. It is the belief that we cling on even there is no treasure. Every one of us is ridiculed with doubts and insecurities all through our lives. These hindrances do not signify our lack of faith and instead portray our need to justify our inner demons. We ask questions because we keep looking for more compelling reasons to believe. Faith is not easy, and it is the toughest thing in the universe. Some days, it is impossible to hold on it with the darkness and vacuum. But, true faith is defined by the strength and patience to rise above and hold on it, no matter what. It is not easy, but it is genuinely satisfying and depressing as well. 
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