Christened, because my parents felt it was the normal, right thing to do.
Confirmed at the age of 11 years, because I thought it was the normal, right thing to do.
Served at the altar, as a boy that carried the incense ("boat boy"), then as an akelyte, because I was told it was the normal, right thing for a young teenager to do.
Joined an evangelical, hallelujah-type of church, because they said it was the "better" thing for me to do. (And they praised me for it... that felt real good!)
Left the church, because I discovered I was gay, and "they" would not like that if I had had the guts to tell them.... and I KNEW that was the abnormal, right thing to do.
Found a church that was run by and accepted homosexual people.... this was obviously the just and right thing for me to do.
Left that church because there seemed to be a lot more to life than playing at religion.... about the best thing I could do at the time. Right or wrong? No idea.
Tried Siddha Yoga, chanting, meditating, smelling wonderful incense, getting turned on by drums and Sita music. The fun thing to do and I liked it.
Visited their Ashram in India, searching for love and companionship.... did not find it, only people who were up them selves in ecstasy. Left that pathway, the only thing I felt comfortable doing at the time.
Explored, tried Vipassana, it lifted me above the mundane and taught me so much about myself.... continuing to explore...."Search Every Byway," as you hear in that song from Sound of Music...."til you find your dream."
All of that experience is what my life could not have done without.
Freedom to look, explore, try, experience, accept or reject....a priceless commodity, gift if you like. Not to be trifled with.