I have this question that I've been asking people lately: "Do you like the beginning, the middle, or the end?"

It's a simple question in its essence, but I suppose if one starts over analyzing it, then it becomes not so simple. Regardless, I find it a telling question. Love for the beginning of things may be an affair designed for the optimist, the thrill seeking sort, perhaps someone who's not all that afraid of the unknown. Then the middle, perhaps the safest choice, can provide comfort and security, richness, a history and a future, something steady. The end, this selection may be for the darker sorts, but perhaps, in the right situation the end could be for lovers of closure, completion, and if a successful ending, then fulfillment.

It is entirely possible that my theory of this question is all twisted up in nothingness, but I enjoy asking it just the same. One, because I'm a question person, and two because I'm an answer person.

Now, you may be wondering what my answer is, or you may not, but I'll tell you just the same. I would have to choose "middle." Yes, beginning are so very exciting. There's such an innocence, a freedom, a sweetness to them, but I hate how fleeting beginnings can be. I don't particularly enjoy how beginnings gone wrong can transform into something you will one day miss. Something you loose. And endings, though positive in many cases, tend to be draining and a little sad. But middles, just like the delicious white center of an Oreo, seem to cushion us with the "chocolate cookie" (cheesy, I know) of security. Though I love adventures and I love the unknown, deep down, it's security that I want in the things that matter to me. So, yes, though I find beginnings and endings much more exciting, I will choose the middle.