We will never know what exactly the future holds, and we may never know exactly what our past consists of, but perhaps there is a middleground, a happy-medium, if you will. Perhaps the now is all that we can be sure of, the grey area that we so often fear and get bored of that falls between black and white (complete ignorance and total knowledge). why is it that we feel we need the answers to questions that have yet to be asked? The future is what we make of it, and unfortunately I have been making it a terrifying thing lately. I have made myself fear a life that has not happened, events that have not yet taken place and may never take place,