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 things that no one could answer, but having the answer to everything meant that life would no longer have a purpose. Existential questions raced through my thoughts, as did the knowledge I had gained through experience and the apparent answers to my questions. I had to decide if I should believe in something I couldn't physically see or if I should cling only to things that can be seen. The meaning of my existence rested on this decision. I cursed the fact that my curiosity got in the way of my religious practices, but my intelligence also helped me through this difficult time. I knew what my solution was and my answer was that I believed in God. Ultimately, my conclusions were: "I would rather believe in God and find out that he does not exist, than not believe and find out that he does exist." » Either way, I had nothing to lose. I was afraid of the questions because it meant I had little faith, but that's all God wanted. It is true that many people belong to many different religions, but I belong to Christianity. As the answers seemed to emerge, the incessant questions running through my mind calmed and I remembered that, yes, God does.