I saw all the bad in the world, but I also noticed all the good that seemed to outweigh the negative. I was aware of the things no one could answer, but having the answer to everything meant life would no longer have a purpose. Existential questions flowed through my thoughts, but so did the knowledge I had gained from experience and the apparent answers to my questions. I had to decide whether to believe in something I couldn't physically see or cling only to visible things. The meaning of my existence rested on this decision. I cursed that my curiosity hindered my religious practices, but my intelligence also helped me get through this difficult period. I knew what my solution was, and my answer was that I believed in God. In the end, my conclusions were this: “I would rather believe in God and discover that He doesn't exist, than not believe and discover that He exists.” In any case I had nothing to lose. I was afraid to ask questions because that meant I had little faith, but that's all God wanted. It is true that many people belong to many different religions, but I instead belong to Christianity. As the answers seemed to pour out, the incessant questions running through my mind subsided and I remembered that, yes, God does