What steels your faith?

What wills your faith into a tangible form you can wield before the world?

Religion? Ambition? Righteousness? Honor?

The list may go on and on, just like the faith does. But what happens to the faithless? What happens to one who has lost his/her beliefs?

How will you step out into the world, wield your will like a sword and face the world and all of its evils, its cruels? I look at people in envy when they are able to wield their will like a sword. They are able to justify everything they do with what steels their beliefs, their faith, in this world. Hold their heads high, shoulders braced for whatever the world has in stall for them.

But for the faithless could we say the same? Whilst I see others wielding a will of bright light, I see none of it in my own hands. While they could walk bravely with confidence that no matters what happens, they can stick to their beliefs, their ideals, cut down everything in their paths with their wills, what will happen to one devout of faith like me?

I could not possibly charge into the pitch blackness without a weapon in hand. Especially since what little faith I had left of myself, the very fundamentals of our being is being slowly eroded away by the world. Through time that flows like a river, shapes and erodes everything and everyone. But with faith, even if its just belief in oneself, we could stand against it, as if we are holding on to an anchor in this rich river.

But without, I could only imagine, where it will lead, as the current sweeps us away from what we know and into the abyss of a sea none of us has ever heard of. Where will this lead, when will I get there?

Will I find an anchor, a purpose, a faith in time to stop myself from draining away?

Ironically, only time will tell.