How Life Likes to Prove Me Wrong

Life always isn't what it seems to be; it's much more.

This is one of the best parts of life.  It always has a way of sneaking up to people and surprising them with a challenging thought.  I actually like being proven wrong if the evidence shows something positive.  For example, I don't know how many people give to charity.  I'd like to assume that there is a great amount, but my guess is cautiously conservative, less than 50%.  If some sociologist conducted a study and found out that the actual percentage of people in society that contribute to charity is more than 50%, I would definitely be happy to be proven wrong.  If I ever have a negative outlook or preconception, I always hope I'm wrong. 

When I feel like a pessimist, life tends to show me that I'm not seeing the world right.  In some way, shape, or form, I realize that that my day is better than I thought it was, my problems aren't really that bad, or my life is more beautiful than I thought.

Even when I'm an optimist, life still likes to prove me wrong. Whenever I think an aspect of this world is wonderful, it finds a method (either subtle or obvious) to show me that no matter how great this world is, it's actually greater than that.


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