I was wrong about nearly everything. There were things that I was right about, but my confusion muddled it all. My focus was on the muddled part, and -- because I couldn't make sense of it -- I became convinced it was wrong.
Being lost is no excuse, but it certainly has an effect. Being lost is contagious. We can't be right for anyone when we're lost, and we can't be found by anyone but ourselves.
When the right things come along, it's best to focus on them rather than the confusing bits. It's best to hold on to the things that make us happy rather than chase them away because we fear the vagaries.
Though we're all fools, it's possible (at least I hope it is) to be fools in the right ways. Life is too short to be wrong so often.
