The problem with discussing ideas of faith is that the word itself seems horribly disfigured by its association with rigidly fundamentalist religious beliefs. I’m a natural born skeptic and I take an agnostic worldview. Some days I lean heavily on the atheistic side and others I tend toward a vaguely theistic. Wherever, I happen to be – just ask what day of the week it is – my view is colored by a delusional sense of pantheism that pushes me to leap, whirl and sing psalms like a tone deaf cantor. I refuse any sense of stalwartly unmovable materialism.
I suffer depression and anxiety and at the same time I find a deep joy in being alive. I will be reduced to ashes soon enough. I might as well see how the adventure turns out. Yes, I might be a nuttier than a fruitcake – there are no clichés when dealing with my mental health – but, faith is the way I cultivate hope that all of “this” actually means something and that even though the future is largely uncertain and unknowable the experience is worth it.