As I’m slowly but surely beginning to approach 30, I’m becoming more and more aware of the high probability that I don’t know as much as I thought I did.
The older I get, the more I seem to learn, the less confident I become about the things I already know, or better said, the things that I thought I knew. These days there’s barely anything I can feel certain about, and I don’t know exactly if that’s a good or a bad thing.
I’m not even a conspiracy theorist per say, but knowing how many times humans have been wrong about big thinks, the more I sit there and wonder the exact capacity within which we collectively understand that mankind has been to the moon.
With that being said, this is not the direction that I want to take this reflection in. More specifically, I want to express how futile our perspectives are in our efforts to defeat the bias of our own lens. I’m beginning to wonder just how far wrong we can be when our judgement is clouded by the things we want to think and feel, and the things we want to hear and see.
I’ve observed a lot of arguments in my spare time. When people have disagreements, it becomes pretty clear that they’re arguing most likely because the other party doesn’t see what they want them to see, hear what they want them to hear, or feel what they want them to feel. Why would there be an argument otherwise?
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