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. When I was 25, I refused to admit being wrong about anything.
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