I was never able to take comfort in certainty, a personality flaw to be sure. I have always been a bit jealous of those who could believe, seemingly with their whole mind and soul, something that they could not possibly be so sure of.
That being said, I could not, after opening my eyes, ever choose to be blind agian. I cannot bask in the false comfort of faith even if life is so uncomfortably mysterious. I find joy in learning new things and thoughts, and will never be as ignorantly happy as those who can just believe....and I'm good with that.