i’m not religious. i suppose it’s because i wasn’t raised to be, but now that i’m older and can have my own opinion on things, i don’t really have a particular reason. i remember asking my mom if God existed when i was little, and she said that’s up for me to decide, or something along those lines. i always had a choice, i guess. now i’d say i do believe in a higher power, but i don’t really know… what? i guess? i accept for universe for what it is, even if i don’t fully understand. i guess i feel i’m not really meant to until death. if ever. i don’t really know where i got this idea, it’s just where i stand. i’m very spiritual, and i take after my grandma in that way. my views on the universe have never been solid and as i grow, so do they.