you could have done something wrong but did you really do it?

Would you ever admit you are wrong on something you feel so passionately about?

Hindsight may be 20/20, but only if our eyes are open.

Maybe there was a chill in the wind that told us keep our eyes closed, we sensed that something difficult was in front of us.

It would be a difficult life, living in that darkness.

The early days, we'll fall, tumble, scrape our elbows more than once, but the orientation will come. But it’s still pitch black; there's no colour,

no accurate depth of the world. 

Everything becomes an approximation, but a gentler, kindler one than if we opened our eyes.

And see the disappointment and unhappiness that have been inflicted on the people around us because of something that we did.

And those whispers in our head grow louder.

“You were wrong.”