|1.||confidence or trust in a person or thing.|
Is it really dead? Or are we so burned by life itself, and become so cynical, that we’re incapable of having it anymore?
When we hold on to something — a job or a relationship — even though we’re not very happy with it, is that a sign of faith — faith that eventually the tide will turn and that long-awaited promotion will finally come, or that the other person will come to their senses and realize that they can’t do without you — or is it just the complete inability to let go? Are we so proud that we can’t admit that yes, we do still have faith, and instead resort to the bravado of writing something off as a lost cause?