I absolutely admit I’m wrong if I find that I am wrong. It is more important to me to know the truth than to even suffer beneath the weight of my own illusions.
The need to be right at all cost is creating a great deal of darkness in this world. I site the political realm as well as organized religion, and the waves that ripple out from them within our culture. To what end? To feel elevated? To feel better than a human brother? That’s infantile.
Real love is a celebration of the victories of one another knowing we are all connected. Each victory born of integrity feeds each one of us.
It is only convictions of separation, “me against the world” that would drive a person to mourn or feel jealous of another’s intelligence, creativity, or success in life. It should be celebrated as an aspect of the potential within our race, which we all partake of. We are all cells in a body. Healthy cells nurture all of us.
When we die, our bounty is what growth we have tucked into our leather pouches, and hook to our wings.
When I find that I have been in error, I want, for my own sake to know the greater truth. I will apologize, and have apologized. I will apologize again as I stumble through my life. But only if I am sincerely found to be in error…never for straying from mainstream monotone.