If I could have genuine peace of mind that I’m told can come with religious belief, I’d love it.
Even if it meant I was believing something made up, as long as I was happy, fulfilled and was looking forward to everlasting bliss, it wouldn’t matter.
A bit like Cypher asking to be plugged back into the Matrix.
A bit trite, but you get the idea.
I’m not saying you can’t be happy without religion but it seems to offer a deeper peace.
The tricky bit is tricking myself into believing….