I am wrong.
This is, admittedly, a paradoxical statement.
To be right, I must know reality, perceive all the options and be able to select the right one. I have to know what is right and choose to act accordingly. But, I don't know much of anything; I do not speak or hear the truth. So, I cannot claim to be right about anything. If I am right about anything, it was just dumb luck!
I am wrong.
But, since I am not special, everyone else is just as wrong as I am. I am OK with that.
When this realization came to me, I just laughed. A great burden was suddenly lifted from me. I was wrong and that was OK. I didn't have to be right all the time. I am now free to explore everything, to create anything, and not worry about whether it was right or wrong or good enough. I didn't have to take myself so seriously all the time. Of course it was wrong! How could it be right? I don't know everything. Of course I am going to make mistakes. And that is OK. That is what repentance is for; that is what apologies are for. "Excuse me, my mistake." Being wrong is really what makes me human.
Now, I will say that I am really good at obeying rules. I sit still in my chair, raise my hand to talk, stand in line without pushing others, drawing within the lines, etc. I try to be kind to others, empathetic. I pay my dues, taxes, and tithing. I don't drive over the speed limit (any more). I obey the law, follow the rules, and adhere to policy. I honor my contracts with others, and I try to keep my word. I am good at following the norms, mores, and conventions of society. And I probably still try to be right. But, I don't believe I can.
I am wrong.
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