I guess I’ve taken my upbringing for granted. My parents never allowed me to compare myself to my classmates, my grades were my grades, it didn’t matter what the rest of the class got on the latest test. They pushed me constantly, challenged me to always challenge myself and encouraged me to learn if for no other reason than the sake of learning. They also taught me to never be afraid to voice an unpopular idea or thought.
In my classes growing up, in high school and college, much of the curriculum was about learning how to think. The majority of English and Philosophy classes was always discussion , debate and the exchange of ideas about the latest book we had read. I and my classmates were encouraged to disagree, to not be afraid to give our opinion – yet to always be ready to back up our opinions. It was that constant discourse that fostered learning, recognition of different perspectives and discovery of new ideas.
I never viewed any of the discourse in terms of who was more intelligent, or who was better or worse, or who was right and wrong. I simply looked at it as different views: you convey and back up yours’, I will convey and back up mine…in the process we will probably stumble upon one that neither of us thought about on our own. We were constantly warned about echo chambers in school, and about how detrimental they were to intellectual growth.
I think I just took it all for granted until much later in life, fairly recently actually, when I found myself in a place where egos were more important than the potential validity of dissenting ideas, and the protection of the feelings of those espousing unrealistic and unjustified ideas were more important than solutions to very real problems that were causing very real detrimental commotion. It just never occurred to me that places could sustain themselves if the predominant influence was the bally-hoeing of people who could care less about feasible solutions and answers, and cared only whether or not they were told they were right.
It was a wake-up call to me, and truly made me appreciate my parents and all my teachers who had always encouraged me to keep learning and challenging my own ideas. And also to always remember that for every good idea, you have to get through 10 bad ones first. Bad ideas do not make someone stupid, they are simply necessary steps towards the really good ideas.
Ironically enough, for the first time in my life, while I was stuck in that enclave where feelings trumped rational thought, I was constantly called arrogant. I don’t know, maybe I was, not because I considered myself more intelligent, but because I was sick of trying to find correct solutions with people’s feelings. I learned through that experience that I need to be around people who care less about being right or wrong, and more about finding the RIGHT ANSWERS. Because you don’t find complex solutions or answers by sitting around and singing kum-bi-yah, you find them by being around people who challenge each other. And if you’re really lucky, you’ll find yourself surrounded by passionate people who get heated, who openly attack your ideas and who have the thick skin and self-confidence to take it in return.
Again, the more energy you spend on worrying about and tip-toeing around people’s feelings, the less energy you have towards actually figuring out the solutions.
I will never again take the lessons my parents and teachers taught me for granted.







