I was born two things. A sinner and a skeptic.
I find both to be beneficial, but I wonder if one gets in the way.
Skepticism seems like a trait that only intelligent people have.
Someone tells you something, while you read a book that goes against what they are saying.
Their words being filtered before being accepted.
Actions are met with the same look you would give a known liar.
Sometimes I wonder if it’s keeping me from enjoying things.