It seems to me that often, people tend to spend a majority of their time looking for a bridge to the left or the right that will carry them over the water, but ignore the tree that has fallen right in the center.
So much time is spent arguing who is right and who is wrong when everyone is right and everyone is wrong, and no one is right and no one is wrong.
Once the milk is in the coffee, you can surely expect to never see the two separated again (entropy).
I don’t know. I suppose I wish more people would see that it takes two and three to make five. It takes two parents to make a child.
There is a strong sense of fear that accompanies being “wrong” and a great feeling of pride when one is “right,” and for this, we quarrel. Fight until one ultimately comes out on top, the other beaten and defeated. Or else the argument quivers off into a limbo state where it never really becomes settled, and then you’re thinking about what you could have said to put down the other person for the next year.
I am not right. I am not wrong. I am modifiable and modifying.