Her Religion
If you were to ask her whether she believed in a god or a higher power, or what her religion was, she would most likely furrow her eyebrows, and her eyes would lose focus, at least from reality. She’d get a far off look in her eyes, as if she were staring at something in the very distance, something that was so far away that it did not exist in the same world, and she’d answer you after a few moments. She wouldn’t be able to tell you about a god, greater power, or fate or anything of the sort. She would tell you she didn’t follow any organized religion and did not have a concrete set of beliefs that she kept in her heart through her life, but she would tell you that she found meaning in life from thinking. From questioning all that was offered to her, from every object she saw to every person she met, every idea or thought she encountered to the pattern of the clouds in the sky, from a passing shadow on the ground to the balance of feelings in her heart- that was what she garnered meaning from, and in that she found a sense of comfort and direction. From being, just being a person, herself, she found everything she would need to keep being. That was her sort of faith.
