Science and Faith do not go together. This is a socially accepted fact. Either you believe in God, or you believe in science. End of question. Period. No arguments.

I have always been what you might call a nerd. I like chemistry. I really like math. I really really like physics. What can you expect but a science believer. Someone who believes that our salvation comes from learning everything we can, feeding the ravenous beast of curiosity.

Curiosity ravages through my body like wildfire, almost every hour of every day. When I am on my computer, I am very likely watching CrashCourse, or maybe a documentary on black holes. Or maybe I’ve managed to tear myself from the screen and decided to read a book instead. Anything to fill my head with even more useless information.
But then I packed my bags and moved across the Atlantic Ocean at the age of 15, all alone in a new place. A piece of me was missing. No amounts of reading, or documentaries could fill the void that was left behind.

I started questioning what I believed in. Did I strictly not believe in a divine power? Maybe there was something beyond what science would ever be able to discover, something hidden in the cogworks of the universe?

I developed my faith, and grew to the understanding that there is a God out there. I don’t know what he looks like, or what he wants from the world. I don’t know if he created it, and I don’t know which values he wants the Human race to adopt. I don’t know is he is the same God that governs all life forms in the universe, or is he only watches over Planet Earth.

I know that there is one though, and that is enough for me. I know that where science falters, He will pick up.
Maybe if there isn’t a God though, and religion is just a bunch of lies, faith makes me feel a little more whole, and it silences the wildfire just a little bit.