I keep forgetting.
I know very well that being right means very little outside my fragile ego.
Doing the right thing is way more important.
Yet, I keep forgetting.
It's so ingrained in my brain that I must be right, I must make my point, that I stop listening, truly listening.
The only thing that matters is for my point to get through.
To assert my righteousness.
To win the debate.
As if there is anything to win.
I wonder if that has ever changed anything for anyone.
But I'm lucky.
I have people who remind me that what truly matters is to see each other for real. Beyond the well-spoken arguments, the solid ideas, and the strong opinions, there's another human being.
That space of shared humanness is where we can truly meet each other.
Beyond right or wrong.
And one day, I won't forget.