Learning to be wrong

I am wrong a lot. When I was 25, I was wrong a lot, too. The difference between 1988 and 2015 is not that I’m particularly smarter now, but that I’m used to being wrong. Somewhere along life’s journey, I realized two things: *1. Being wrong isn’t the end of the world. *2. Being wrong is the beginning of learning.

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