Does faith find you or do you find your own faith? It's a haunting question that has followed me since years ago. But recently, things have become more intense. It keeps echoing whenever I spaced out. I don't know how or where to find the answer, nor want to know about it. On Wednesday, 25th of April, I was trekking to the ancient valley at the south of Göreme. I stopped at a random cliff and suddenly everything felt peaceful, As if the time wasn't ticking. Perhaps this is what humans called faith. It cannot be answered but can be felt. It resonates with your heart without any preach needed. It doesn't need to be found, because it's already there in the first place.