The two figures looked up to the sky, the younger with a tear-stained face, the elder holding a look of wisdom that defied the ages. The elder began to speak–perhaps to the younger, perhaps to simply let the words come out– “In a previous life, I called myself an atheist…but I’ve never liked that word, I’ve never liked identifying as such. There is too much certainty in that word, for this world full of uncertainties. No, I am not an atheist; to this day, I’m not sure what I am, but I do know that I believe in connections. I believe that sometimes things don’t make sense and sometimes you just have to trust yourself, what’s inside. Because you know what? You know yourself better than anyone else does and those gut feelings, those confusing ideas swimming around in your head? They’re probably on to something. You just have to trust them. That’s not always easy, mind you, but it’s worth it. In the end, I believe it will be worth it.”
The younger looked up, a look of gratitude on her face. It was only then that she realized she was alone, she had been all along.
It had been in her this whole time. She just hadn’t realized it.
And so she looked back up to the sky, the sun peeking through the trees shining bright, and she smiled.
I was nominated for the 5 day photo challenge by Amy from Snapshots, Snippets and Scribbles. This challenge requires me to post one photo each day for five days, and to share a story along with each photo. The challenge also asks to nominate a new person each day to participate, but I have chosen to opt out of that part.