I have yet to find a label that fits me. I grew up Catholic and took it quite seriously for a time. But as I became more politically aware, their views began to clash with my own. My best friend was gay and they said he was destined for hell. I excused myself from the faith and told them I would be joining him in the fiery hereafter.
There is still a part of me that instinctually assumes there is something bigger out there. And I do hope that there is something more when we shuffle off the coil. But I don’t have that certainty. I am comfortable not knowing. I live my life as best I can. I treat people the way they should be treated. The rest I’ll figure out when I’m dead.
I feel like I dance on a line in between everyone. I don’t put up with organized religion using bullshit to forward their agenda, but I also don’t like when people completely write off those who choose to believe in something they can’t prove. I feel our beliefs should be our own and forcibly imposing them on one another is the wrong approach.
So I don’t know what I consider myself. But I sure wouldn’t mind if there was an afterlife filled with corgis and tacos.