Sometimes I think my biggest fear is that I dont have anything figured out. That all my dwelling is just a futile attempt to hide cover up the fact that nothing is certain, and really every one thing that we know is rooted in 10 million things that we dont. So what is there to figure out really? What is so important, so absolute that we have to fight over it? In the end, what we have aren’t answers, but more questions covered in blood and regret and bitterness, and shame. I guess all I can do is try to push that to the back of my mind and move forward trying to change that fact.