It seems like a simple idea.
If I’m screwing up, I want someone to let me know.
Except when I don’t.
Except when I think I’m right.
Except when I know that what I have in mind is the right thing.
Then I get angry
And lash out like an annoyed bear.
But that doesn’t make them any less right
Or me any less wrong,
Or me any less of a sinner.
Were it only as easy as that.
Were I any less prideful in my own opinions and biases.
Courage is needed on both sides.