Wisdom lies in accepting your own foolishness
How many times do you want to be wrong before you’ll accept you’re not infallible?
I often watch some of the more cocksure folks amongst us strut from one bad decision to another – while never once acknowledging their own mistakes and errors of judgement. The blame is passed swiftly, scapegoats are found quickly, and everyone is forced to accept and move on.
It is not easy, admitting that you are full of mistakes and blunders. But you are.
So am I. Here’s my own mea culpa. I have been wrong, egregiously, painfully wrong, all of my life. I have made many woeful mistakes at many junctures, mistakes I look back on with shame and some bewilderment.
I have misjudged people, misjudged myself, misjudged situations, misjudged diagnoses, misjudged strategies. And some of those misjudgements have left me, and others, in regrettable situations.
I have also realized this: that I am not done with making mistakes. I still make them, and will continue making them. The only thing I can hope for is to not repeat the same mistakes over and over; and to reduce their frequency.
So, one face of the coin of my life is a sheepish, rueful one. But flip it over, and there’s another face: a calmer, happier face that knows it’s doing the best it can, is learning as it goes along, and is getting a little wiser, no matter how painfully. That’s all of us: the face of foolishness and the face of wisdom are always connected. Flip them over, and see.
In your moment of great achievement, when you are wallowing in self-regard, the fool in you is just on the other side, waiting to flip forward; and when you are at your most miserable, wondering how you could have been so stupid, is exactly when the wisdom in you is growing.
We are human, after all, and fallibility is our nature.
But wait: why do so many folks out there think they are exempt from this essence? I listen to some of the bigwigs around us, and it’s as though they’ve never erred in their lives. In this self-inflated myth, their careers are a procession of excellent decisions, and whatever setbacks have been encountered are the work of assorted enemies and motley incompetents. You are never at fault; it’s always them.
This is known as getting high on your own supply.
This disease does seem to affect the higher echelons of society disproportionately. If you’re rich, it seems you expect universal respect – even if your riches have been plundered from public funds intended for sick orphans. If you are chairing some organization, you seem to expect that the very fact of being appointed to that position elevates you in society – even if you are a wife-beating blowhard. And if you’ve won some minor election, you seem to imagine the world loves you like a messiah.
The young are not immune to the sickness. On social media, you can encounter loudmouths brimming with bizarre confidence on every idiotic pronouncement they make, shooting out sure-fire opinions and cast-iron certainties on every damn issue in the world.
Whoa, who appointed you god? For as long as you were born of earthly mothers, you’re defective. You’re as limited and error-prone and hollow as the rest of us, whether you admit it or not.
Shakespeare put it well: “The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.”
The purportedly wise who refuse to see themselves for what they truly are, are truly the fools amongst us. Ignore and avoid them, for they bring only misery to the world. Embrace the truly self-effacing; they’ve figured out their own foolishness, and become wise in the process.
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