“I don’t know,” she goes on. “I’ve witnessed so much life that everything seems even more confusing. The more I see, the less I know. I liked religion growing up because it gave me answers, but it no longer seems that way. Maybe I like religion just for the familiarity, to feel like I belong. I think that would be enough for me, just following the motions. I just don’t think it’s enough to judge or condemn others for living their truth instead of believing other people’s wishful thinking.”
