Our love of being right is best understood as our fear of being wrong
Interpretation
Our desire to be correct often stems from a deep-seated fear of making mistakes.
This quote highlights the psychological aspect of human pride and insecurity. It suggests that the strong inclination many individuals have to assert their correctness in conversations or debates is influenced by an underlying fear of being wrong, which can be tied to vulnerability and the consequences that come with making mistakes. Understanding this can encourage more open-mindedness and acceptance of differing views in discussions.
In practice
In a discussion about relationships, one might say this quote to highlight how pride can hinder communication.
As a kid, I lived almost entirely inside books, and eventually the books started returning the favor. A lot of my internal world feels like an anthology, or a library. It's eclectic and disorganized, but I can browse in it, and that hugely shapes both what and how I write.
The point isnβt to live without any regrets. The point is to not hate ourselves for having them.
To err is to wander, and wandering is the way we discover the world; and, lost in thought, it is also the way we discover ourselves. Being right might be gratifying, but in the end it is static, a mere statement. Being wrong is hard and humbling, and sometimes even dangerous, but in the end it is a journey, and a story.
We're terrified of not having the answers, and we would sometimes rather assert an incorrect answer than make our peace with the fact that we really don't know.
Regret doesn't remind us that we did badly. It reminds us that we know we can do better.
Yes! He knew how she would love. He had not loved her without gaining that instinctive knowledge of what capabilities were in her. Her soul would walk in glorious sunlight if any man was worthy, by his power of loving, to win back her love.
On the beach, at dawn: Four small stones clearly Hugging each other. How many kinds of love Might there be in the world, And how many formations might they make And who am I ever To imagine I could know Such a marvelous business? When the sun broke It poured willingly its light Over the stones That did not move, not at all, Just as, to its always generous term, It shed its light on me, My own body that loves, Equally, to hug another body.
How can I be kind? How can I find bird-relief in the nest-building of day-to-day? Necessity supplies no velvet wing with which to escape. I am indeed and mortally pierced with the seeds of love.
The command is to love him, not just to think about him, or do things for him. We are not to stop with a proper legal relationship - for example, to think of a man as legally lost, which he is, in the sight of a holy God - without thinking of him as a person. Saying this, we can suddenly see that much evangelism is not only sub-Christian, but subhuman - legalistic and impersonal.
Be kinder to yourself. And then let your kindness flood the world.
Like love we don't know where or why Like love we cant compel or fly Like Love we often weep Like Love we seldom keep
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