Right or Wrong, most times, merely depends on perspective. It takes humility (not necessarily logic) to let go of our egos to see through the other person’s eyes. But I guess even I, myself, can’t let go to see why you’d object.
I find the rational part of my mind curled up in a corner of my head and convince it to talk to me.
Persistence wears down resistance.
What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord?
Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff
That beetles o’er his base into the sea,
And there assume some other horrible form
Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason
And draw you into madness? Think of it.
[The very place puts toys of desperation,
Without more motive, into every brain
That looks so many fathoms to the sea
And hears it roar beneath.]
Where you are today is where you’re from tomorrow.
Being ninty nine percent sure opens for a possibility that you might be a hundred percent wrong.
the squeeky wheel gets the grease.