There is a position that gets very little respect in conversations about the paranormal: the honest middle. Not "yes, I've had proof" and not "don't be ridiculous" — just "I genuinely don't know what that was."
Most people seem to find it unbearable. Believers sometimes read it as cowardice; sceptics as a failure of rigour. But I'd argue it's the only intellectually honest response to a lot of the experiences people bring to a forum like this one. The evidence rarely resolves cleanly. Memory is unreliable. Coincidences do happen at frequencies that surprise us. And sometimes something occurs that none of that quite accounts for. "I don't know" holds all of that without forcing it.
What I'm curious about: where does the pressure to resolve it come from? Is it grief, or identity, or just the way human minds are built?
And practically — what question are you currently sitting in, without an answer? What won't quite settle?