I’ve spent a lot of time reading about different religions — Christianity, Islam, Hinduism, Buddhism, and even older systems like Norse mythology and ancient Egyptian beliefs. The more I learned, the more I realized they all try to explain the same big questions: Where do we come from? What happens after death? How should we live?
Each religion offers its own answers. Each has its prophets, gods, texts, rules, and paths. But they can’t all be fully right at the same time — they often contradict each other. And that’s where my perspective started to shift.
I believe there’s something greater than us — maybe one God, maybe more, or maybe something beyond how we usually define “God.” But I also believe that we, as humans, don’t really know what that is. We’ve tried to explain it in our own languages, stories, and cultures, and that’s where religions come from. They’re our best efforts to understand the unknown.
That’s why I call myself an agnostic theist. I believe, but I don’t claim to know. I leave space for uncertainty. I think it’s okay — even wise — to say “I don’t know” when faced with something as vast and mysterious as the divine.
People often bring up faith, and I respect that. But here’s something I always come back to:
If faith is required to believe something we can’t prove, how do we know which version of faith is the right one?
Every religion asks for faith. So faith alone can’t be the deciding factor. For me, faith doesn’t equal proof. It’s something people use to fill the gaps where knowledge ends — and that’s okay. But I prefer to live with the question open, rather than pretend it’s fully answered.
In the end, studying different beliefs didn’t pull me away from belief — it just made my belief more humble. I don’t reject religion, I just don’t think any one religion has a monopoly on truth. And I’m okay with that.