I hate it, and I will always hate it: admitting I am wrong. What bothers me more is not that I need to explain to everybody else I am wrong, it’s rather the fact I have to convince myself that I am right. Whenever it happens, I know it no matter how much I fight it. Why do I struggle then with this issue? Is it a mere conception in my brain that teases me to think I am right only to finally accept I am wrong? Or is it simply me building myself up to be able to confront what is coming next because of it? I hate to admit I am wrong, but I think everyone does too. When confronted with these type of scenarios, I find myself having to think deeply on what I’m about to do next with those feelings. I feel for a reason and I know I have to do something about it, if not, the consequences could be a lot worse if left untreated. So what does that make me? I admit that I am wrong, and therefore I am going back on my thoughts and regretting it? I find that I hate admitting I am wrong only for the simple fact that in the moment itself, we do usually what we have to do. It doesn’t always seem right and sometimes we end up doing the wrong thing, but in that precise moment, I feel like I had no other choice to do but what I’ve done. It’s why I hate apologizing and it’s why I hate admitting I am wrong. I feel like people shouldn’t have to apologize for silly things just because they have done the wrong move. I understand when something big is at stake and we have done terrible harm but for most part, our wrongs are pretty harmless. If anything they have insulted a few people but even that is necessary sometimes. I always encourage a passive, encouraging tone to resolves issues and conflicts with people, just because I feel like we are all the same. No matter what our cover page is, deep inside we are all fundamentally the same. We all sense, feel and react with what we have seen and learned in our life. Unless you are not from this planet, chances are if you approach someone with his interest in mind, you will have great success at connecting with that person. And that’s where I come in with the acceptance of wrong. Sometimes, instead of admitting you are wrong, it’s better to accept it, do something about it if necessary, and move on. No one should need a fiasco in order to see that you care. People should accept you for what your intentions are, and who you are. It still takes a real person to admit wrongness. It almost feels like it’s in our blood to suppress the need to admit as if it’s a mechanism of defense. When we expose what we do wrong, we become vulnerable to the mercy of thoughts and opinions. As I have often said it, the words you say defines you, and when you define yourself as to have been wrong, it might be the only thing you have said to those in question. I might have overreached on this subject a little, but I feel like the whole world is looking for someone to blame and point their fingers at. Sometimes, it just feels right not to feed the beast further. Does it mean you shouldn’t accept it? No, it takes a real person to know you are wrong at time, and that’s what makes us compassionate human beings. Be good, and when you can, deal with it smartly rather than to feed the wrong ideas.

S-MAN