Red ink smeared
before it dried.
too soon turned,
was seen by none.
(dis)appeared as though
it never was.
I’ve been struggling with something.
A few years ago, I was right about something of importance. The problem was being right didn’t win the popularity contest.
Some recent events have caused that time to re-surface today. This time, as it turns out, many have begun to believe what I knew back then. But the odd thing is I don’t feel vindicated nor do I feel like gloating. And this tells me something — something that I haven’t always acknowledged. This tells me that there are more important things than being right.
What does it mean that there are more important things than being right? Don’t we all want to be right? Isn’t being wrong what we want to avoid?
In my process of pondering these questions, I’m realizing that sometimes, being right has an expiration date. When the horse leaves the gate and the right saddle is left behind, there ain’t no turning back for that jockey (never mind the ouch factor). It’s a quirky metaphor but you get the picture. At some point, being right loses its viability and moving on becomes the next right thing to do.
And speaking of doing, sometimes (maybe oftentimes), being right can’t hold a candle to doing what’s right.
How much do you value being right?
How do you know when to insist on being right and when to let it go in favor of keeping the peace? Of moving on? Of doing what’s right?
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