Follow Up

One day. I suddenly discovered something very strange. Many years ago I thought I was right. I look back a few years later. I found out how wrong I was. But I didn't know it at the time. Even very determined. Determined enough to argue with anyone who disagrees with me. So determined that all doubts are wrong. Then I started thinking about a question. Since I was wrong in the past. So what about me now? If I am the same today as I was then. Also convinced that he is right. Then how can I be sure? Isn't the current self a mistake in the eyes of the future? This question kept me silent for a long time. Because I suddenly discovered. The most difficult thing to overturn in one's life. It's never someone else's opinion. But my own point of view. Many people think they are thinking. In fact, I am just defending my answer. Many people think they are looking for the truth. In fact, I am just looking for evidence to prove that I am right. So we read. Not for understanding. But for recognition. We argue. Not to get closer to the truth. But to prove yourself. We are afraid of failure. Nor is it the failure itself. But because failure tells us: Maybe the wrong person was me all along. That evening. I saw two people playing chess in the yard.