We think we know. We know nothing. I was born and raised in a Roman Catholic household. Taught to believe that God exists and everything we need to know can be found through God, Religion, and the Bible. I believe in a higher power, but I can’t comprehend how someone can be so certain they are right. How can one person look back at a flawed line of history and select the pertinent information (to their argument) and call it fact? For so long in my life I’ve felt lost and broken because I can’t argue for just one point of view, but what is so wrong with seeing both sides to every argument? I’m only capable of interpreting the world through my eyes, and the only thing I know for certain is that I know very little about my own existence (and I know absolutely nothing about the existence of others). Thinking about this has terrified me for so long that I’d rather avoid it, but I write this now in hopes of understanding the world and finding solace within it. I currently have no answers to the questions I have, and I’m aware that I don’t even know what questions I should be asking. The questions I have only spawn more and leave me to wonder whether the chase down this rabbit hole inside my mind is worth being called insane by my loved ones.