After a few months away from WordPress, I’m back and I’m returning not with something light, but with one of the heaviest questions humans may have ever asked.

What brought me back today is a question that has been sitting with me for weeks now: Does God really exist?

I know this question can be uncomfortable, even offensive, for some. That is not my intention. I’m asking it with genuine curiosity, without an agenda and I’ve been taking it to the people around me to see what they think.

Over the past two to three weeks, I asked this question to four different people different ages, different professions, different parts of the world. Here is what I found.

My mentor, a decade older than me and living abroad, said he has never once questioned God’s existence. He worships every single day without fail. What struck me most was the nature of his gratitude. He said: “God has given me so much that I want to make sure He does not stop giving.” There was no philosophical argument in his answer. Just relationship and reciprocity.

My gym friend, a decade younger than me and solidly Gen Z, surprised me with the speed and conviction of her answer. Before I had finished asking, she said yes, absolutely, I am very religious. I hadn’t expected that certainty from her and her conviction made me ask myself. If someone asked me the same question right now, would I answer with that kind of clarity?

My friend living in the USA, far from home, never misses her daily worship. When I asked her why, she said simply “It’s part of my routine. I don’t know any other way.” No grand reasoning. Just practice, built so deep that it had become identity.

My American friend, a passionate reader, took a different approach entirely. He said he believes in a superpower and then spent time explaining the Big Bang theory reference of gravity, the scale of the universe, the existence of phenomena that science still cannot fully explain. His conclusion was that something, somewhere, must be a creator. The universe is too vast, too precise, too full of mystery to have assembled itself into meaning.

Four people. Four completely different reasons to believe. And yet all of them believed.

After all those conversations, I came back to a quieter realisation that I go to the temple every day. I pray. So why am I out here asking everyone else for validation?

The honest answer is this. There was a time in my life when I was deeply religious naturally, effortlessly. Then, gradually, I drifted. For almost fifteen years, I kept my distance not like I completely forgot existence of god or become an atheist. I just stopped feeling deeply connected which I used to before 15 years.

And then, one day, without any dramatic turning point, I started going back to the temple. It felt right. It still does.

People often say you return to God when your life is falling apart, or when something drastic is about to change in life. Maybe that’s true for some. But I’m not sure it’s the whole picture. Sometimes, perhaps, you simply return because something in you was always still reaching.

I don’t have a final answer to the question I started with. But I think the more honest question underneath it is this, how do we suddenly start feeling deeply connected to faith and god?

I think it might be.

What do you think have you ever moved away from faith and found your way back? I’d love to hear from you in the comments.