Wednesday, February 17, 2010
when i was around eight or nine years old i walked through the living room where my dad was watching a political debate in the television. the discussion was a bit heated and i asked my dad who was right. he said he didn't know, but that they all believed they were right. i asked again, but who is really right? and he said again, that he didn't know, only what he himself thought would be right, but that still didn't mean that it was, in fact, right; that most of the time there is no such thing as really being right. i remember feeling frustrated, as if he was keeping the truth from me, that he knew it, because, well, dads know what is right and what is wrong. right?
for some reason it stuck with me. he might just have been trying to avoid my question, but nevertheless, now that i look back, i realize it taught me a lesson. about respecting other people's opinion, to listen and see it from their side; that we must try to compromise between what is right for you and what is right for me. and to not impose your own opinion on others, but trust that they will, sooner or later, make up their own mind and stand up for what they believe. (and oh, how i wish, that this little piece of great wisdom would be practiced more. especially around these parts of the world).
jane of spain daily has a lot more wisdom ready for you.
ps: yes, i posted this family photo before, and dad, if you read this: i don't really consider you to be an elder ;)