Being agnostic, to me, means accepting that I am far too ignorant to know anything for certain.
I used to be an atheist until February 2016. I’d spent all of my adult life confidently asserting that there was no God, that there was nothing larger than what we can conceive, and that anyone who thought otherwise was a fool. But then I realised that by retaining this mindset, I was not only cutting myself off from a wealth of incredible ideas and inspiration, but also shunning the prospect of learning more about the history of faith – and therefore, the history of mankind.
Since I opened my mind up and allowed inspiration to flow into me, I’ve felt guided towards a path of goodness, and my heart is more full of love than it ever has been. I don’t know if this is a higher intelligence at work, whether I’ve only now allowed myself to fit into the natural order of the Earth, or whether this is a positive outlook letting in the new inspirations. Honestly though, I don’t mind – I’m just happy to keep learning, and to finally be doing real good in the world.