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31-DAY CHALLENGE
Day Eleven: The worst trait you’ve inherited from your parents.
This one’s on my dad.
Don’t hate me for being right, even if it’s always. I can’t help it. If you don’t believe me, save your breath. You won’t convince me I’m wrong.
This could either be my dad or me. With being right, we’re two peas in a pod.
I wasn’t always like this. There was a time I could see others’ points of view. But after years of never being right in my father’s eyes, things changed. Instead of accepting defeat, I grew an ego, and suddenly, I believed I was right consistently, even when I wasn’t.
Neither my dad nor I were jerks. Instead, we both suffered from a severe case of stubbornness. This translated to butting heads, each standing our ground and alienation that grew stronger with each passing day until I felt right, and he felt right, leaving the truth somewhere between us.
“Being right half the time beats being half-right all the time,” Malcolm Forbes once said. He may have been on to something. Living set in my ways made me difficult. Seeing things from only my side prevented me from becoming the person I wanted to be. My dad had much to teach me had I accepted his offerings. I also had much to offer my father had he opened his heart.
