It can be hard to admit that you’re wrong, because being less than perfect is not in the realm of ‘greatness’. And wouldn’t it be fabulous if we were always right all of the time, forever and ever? A legacy etched into your tombstone ‘Here lies blah blah. They were always right.’
But wouldn’t it be more wonderful to admit that you’ve made a mistake and learnt a lesson? It really helps to encourage forgiveness. It must be tiring to be right all of the time.
I’ve had those moments of eating humble pie when you are deep in a conversation tornadoing toward an argument and you are adamant that you are right, and then there is that moment of realisation of ‘oh’, when the penny drops… because I’m not less than perfect… right? Or being on the flip side of that argument when you are right and the other person struggles to say ‘Sorry, I was wrong’. That’s the beauty of being human beings, our own thoughts rendered from personal experiences and everyone has a different personal experience. What would we learn if everybody in the world thought the same things?
There is beauty in imperfection. There is beauty in free thinking. There is beauty in admitting that you’re wrong. There is beauty in forgiveness. And that I believe, is a testament to the beauty in you.