Isn’t there an inherrant threat attached to being wrong? I agree there is a higher layer of embarrassment / shame in being caught in an error—but deeper down doesn’t being wrong signal that our perception is off in some way. If I’m wrong about this thing, what else might I be wrong about? If we can’t take correction we have to take offense because by admitting our error we make ourselves—and therfore our perceptions—vulnerable. I feel that we are initially wired to trust our perception / opinion but also in a childlike way we generally accept our errors as part of the learning process. But there is a point where we have learned enough to have an a opinion—or heaven forbid, a conviction in certain direction and these more concrete paths might be the ones our hackles rise at. If we are invested in an idea—to reverse it wastes time and we have so little of that to waste. Wisdom makes us more willing to accept a rebuke and respect the one who rebukes us—ego bows to growth, ambition to legacy. The wounds of a friend are faithful—better a slap from a friend than a kiss from an enemy.
Isn’t there an inherrant threat attached to being wrong? I agree there is a higher layer of embarrassment / shame in being caught in an error—but deeper down doesn’t being wrong signal that our perception is off in some way. If I’m wrong about this thing, what else might I be wrong about? If we can’t take correction we have to take offense because by admitting our error we make ourselves—and therfore our perceptions—vulnerable. I feel that we are initially wired to trust our perception / opinion but also in a childlike way we generally accept our errors as part of the learning process. But there is a point where we have learned enough to have an a opinion—or heaven forbid, a conviction in certain direction and these more concrete paths might be the ones our hackles rise at. If we are invested in an idea—to reverse it wastes time and we have so little of that to waste. Wisdom makes us more willing to accept a rebuke and respect the one who rebukes us—ego bows to growth, ambition to legacy. The wounds of a friend are faithful—better a slap from a friend than a kiss from an enemy.