Lately, I’ve had lengthy conversations with many friends I’ve known for twenty years or longer.
One thing that strikes me is how confident some are about having definitive answers to so many questions.
And they are convinced that they are right.
The last time I felt that way was in my 30s.
Today, I’m very curious to know things. But less and less certain about the “answers”. Each one tends to rake up more questions – and harder ones, at that.
And the more opinions I hear, the more books I read, the more observant I stay about the world around me, the more accepting I am to alternative viewpoints, contradictory opinions and contrarian world views.
It seems as if…