“With whom in my life am I more committed to being right then being kind?”
Being right and being love can’t occupy the same space. I am considering that my insistence on being right is an addiction, and like any addiction, being right creates an alternative reality, an alternative to love. Wars are fought, families are destroyed, opportunities are squandered, friends are abandoned – all in the name of being right. Being right is a mainstay of the ego’s machinery. The Dalai Lama, whose religion is kindness, has lots of evidence for being right about the Chinese atrocities, but he doesn’t fall for the ego’s trickery. Being right and enlightenment are incompatible. His commitments are not sidetracked by the intoxication of righteousness. In “being right” I trade Divine Love for self-righteousness. Being right only creates positions. Someone’s on the attack, someone’s defending and justifying. When a relationship is caught in the bardo of attack-and-defend, the only way out is for either party to surrender, to relinquish their position, to be more invested in workability then divisiveness.