Maybe there is no (one) path to perfection...
I've struggled with religion a lot of my life. I grew up in a conservative and religious (still very loving) household, in a conservative state, went to a conservative and religious high school. I spent most of my childhood and even early adulthood feeling like I was going to hell.
I went from, Sunday School prayers to feeling like the black sheep, saying the Lord's Prayer to full on rejection of deity. None of it ever felt right, mostly I just felt the weight of it.
Fast forward to 40 years later, when I have a personal and visceral experience with God, the Universe, or whatever you want to call it. There was no religion involved. I'm not even sure there was a path and if the path existed the breadcrumb trail blew away. There was just an experience of connection and inseparability from every single thing. Living and Not. Religion or Not. It was all Unified, all perfect. There was a glimpse of perfection, no motive... no outcome, just everything as it should be.
When I started down my yoga path, I chose one way. I was singular in my efforts and judgmental of other paths including other forms of yoga, the Christianity that I felt judged by (or any religion that passes judgement or is exclusionary). I was wrong to judge, just as I had felt judged. "Judge not, lest ye be judged"
Maybe there is no one path to perfection. Maybe there is no path. Maybe there is just a knowing or feeling that all are beautiful, that all deserve love. That love, whether one believes is divine or not, feels good to give and receive. I believe love is Divine.
Maybe the only path that matters is the path to the lungs and heart and back into the world. Every inhale is a gift, every exhale a chance to share lovingkindness.