There is this thing called an opinion, that we all have in common, yet are often so very tempted to despise in one another. It doesn't matter if it is filled with truth or tainted with lies, we don't want someone else to say what is on their mind. If and when they do, we get irate, we argue, fight and berate. What makes ours so worth being stated, while others are left to be hated?
We build this image of ourselves that even in our deepest and darkest moments, we think we are entitled to say how we feel, even if we're wrong. We have such a self absorption that we honestly believe that what we feel should be said and heard, while others should just listen, understand, and agree. And even in the event of us actually being open to hear someone else, it usually isn't without intent to have a rebuttal. We are preparing to talk versus listening, so that even when we try to listen, all we hear is what we want to reply to.
Even as I am typing this, I am feeling like I am looking in a mirror, not that I am typing. I am guilty. And that may be the hardest opinion that I have ever had to swallow.
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