The light danced on the walls, while the scent of spring mingled with the smell of the open books scattered around her. She had recently finished reading a book that talked about philosophy and spirituality, and her ideas were buzzing in her head like a tireless bee.
she ran a hand through her hair and began to think. Growing up in a deeply religious family, she had always been used to reciting prayers and attending church on Sundays. But lately, something inside her had changed. The concept of God that she had been taught seemed increasingly distant and difficult to embrace
What is it that I truly believe? she asked herself, looking at the ceiling. She remembered the faces of the members of her religious community, the fervor with which they spoke of their faith. But in that moment, that belief seemed foreign to her. Her thoughts unraveled like a tangled skein: the suffering in the world, the injustices, the conflicts. How could a loving God allow all this.
Nicoletta stood
