No, you’re wrong! Now, how does it feel when you first read that? Heavy?
We’re so attached to the need to be right all the time. This is why we judge just everyone, including ourselves at times. And we make them all feel so wrong.
Why do we feel the need to be right all the time? Does a sense of righteousness satiate us after we’ve given up on everything that we stand for in pursuit of perfection in the eyes of the society and the common populous that constitute it?
Gary Douglas and Dr. Dair Heer often ask, “What if your wrongness is your strongness? What if you’re willing to be wrong?”
A perversion is anything which goes against the norms of society. Science arose as a perversion during a dark age when theology alone reigned. Today, science has established itself as a source of multiple truths which it even acknowledges to be flexible and adaptive with time.
The contributions of Nikola Tesla, which were not exclusively scientific, were ignored, neglected, and discredited. Edison declared them to be wrong so that he himself alone could be right.
Are we willing to be wrong?
I’m not suggesting that we intentionally go against our own knowing, as that is actually stupidity. All I’m saying here is that if we take infinite possibilities and infinite realities into consideration, everything is worth a shot. But this is light (not heavy) only if it’s our conscious choice.
Let us let go of the need to be perfect, for perfection is just a judgment. And like Robin Sharma suggests, “Excellence breeds excellence!” Let us just be excellent and awesome. We don’t have to be perfect.
We don’t have to be right or wrong. What if it’s all a matter of perspective. What if it’s all just an interesting point of view?
Nikola Tesla wasn’t wrong. He just wasn’t as authoritative and controlling as Edison. That’s why Edison is the father of the light bulb today and Nikola’s contributions have gone back into the dark.
We don’t need an audience to applaud our coronation. The same audience will cheer our beheading, as they merely enjoy a show,
Are we alright with being imperfect? Are we willing to be wrong?