I'm having a crisis of faith.
Ok, maybe "crisis" is a too strong a term.
But it seems the older I get, the more questions I have.
The more things I experience, the more I wonder about the veracity of long-held beliefs.
The more people I encounter, the more I doubt my entrenched opinions.
The more I learn, the more I see that few things in life are as black-and-white or cut-and-dry as I used to think.
And the more I listen instead of talk, the more I realize just how little I actually know.
