We all run around and like to think we’re right all the time. We hate to admit we’re wrong. If we could, we’d go our whole life without saying we were wrong about anything important.
Instead of saying “you’re wrong” stop and think “maybe I’m wrong.”
Nothing will make you happier, more grounded, more poised, and more respected than accepting responsibility.
But the ego is a heck of a thing. The brain might know I’m wrong and the brain might know I can instantly be in peace by accepting responsibility, but the ego whispers like the devil, and the pride of life consumes what we know will be good.
It’s funny how one part of us knows what to do, but another part of us just refuses to do it. Humans are weird and irrational creatures.