Religion

I don’t have a religion. I can’t remember when I started not subscribing to what my parents believe in. I cannot say that I am happy with the decision to stop calling myself a Roman Catholic, but I’m contented with the way I see things right now. I believe that surviving isn’t about believing to the truest religion, it is simply about faith. I’m still confused, trying to find the answer I don’t know if available, since nobody has found out the absolute truth yet. I believe that there is a god: I usually converse with god. The conversations were actually one way, with me doing all the talk. I haven’t heard him or felt him, even once, but I believe god is there somewhere. I can’t say that my faith has not been shattered; I would be a hypocrite then. It had been more than once. More than ten times even, but less than a hundred. It’s normal I think and god can understand it. I just wonder when I’ll found out the truth. Should I die first?