I miss being a kid and just going after what felt right. What felt real. There was no rational behind it, it's just what you were propelled towards and guided to. What happens to that? Where does it go?

one of the most profound thoughts i've ever had was that those who feel the need to seek a god outside of themselves are not looking closely enough inward. and that everything you need from a god is actually inside of you. nothing outside of you can save you, only yourself. even things manifested as an outside deity are merely your own perceptions. subjective in nature.