I think I finally understand the meaning of religion. It’s not who or what is right to believe in, but the importance of believing in something. It’s something to live for and something to keep one going. A guest here at work has been learning how to walk again. Every time she gets scared, her sister begins to pray and the guest just repeats every word, and she keeps on walking. It’s quite amazing. Beautiful too.
The years between eighteen and twenty-eight are the hardest, psychologically. It’s then you realize this is make or break, you no longer have the excuse of youth, and it is time to become an adult – but you are not ready.