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At no point in my life have I held the position that I knew everything, but I always felt secure in whatever understanding I had come to. Some challenges I’ve faced is how each perspective I’ve gained has been, and probably will continue to be, wrong. There’s always a piece of information I haven’t considered or even known, but in the destruction of my past selves is not a harmful process, it’s the very reason I have grown and learned more rightly the way the world is. The first example of this death and rebirth of failed philosophy I can remember is my struggle with the written word. It is that first experience that gave me the acceptance of failure as a necessary part of eventual success.
When I was in 3rd grade, I was diagnosed with a list of issues but I wasn’t a participant in the process. I got counseling and special diets, programs and other compensations. But I didn’t really know about them, I was told I had Asperger’s Syndrome immediately but it took a while for my parents to tell me I had other particular conditions. When I was younger I struggled with English, especially spelling. I remember …show more content…
Questions beginning with why are common in my household, each ignorance a subject for immediate exploration. I am annoying in both these ways. I have a certain alienation about culture; everything learned has the aura of strange subjectivity to me. Once there was a debate between a liberal friend and conservative friend of mine about what presidential candidate was the best. I tried to moderate by asking whether they actually disagreed on policy or just had merely belligerent impressions. I did this in the form of simple poignant questions and when they both answered the same we realized none of the candidates were reflections of our views but instead we compromised differently and that the whole debate was
At no point in my life have I held the position that I knew everything, but I always felt secure in whatever understanding I had come to. Some challenges I’ve faced is how each perspective I’ve gained has been, and probably will continue to be, wrong. There’s always a piece of information I haven’t considered or even known, but in the destruction of my past selves is not a harmful process, it’s the very reason I have grown and learned more rightly the way the world is. The first example of this death and rebirth of failed philosophy I can remember is my struggle with the written word. It is that first experience that gave me the acceptance of failure as a necessary part of eventual success.
When I was in 3rd grade, I was diagnosed with a list of issues but I wasn’t a participant in the process. I got counseling and special diets, programs and other compensations. But I didn’t really know about them, I was told I had Asperger’s Syndrome immediately but it took a while for my parents to tell me I had other particular conditions. When I was younger I struggled with English, especially spelling. I remember …show more content…
Questions beginning with why are common in my household, each ignorance a subject for immediate exploration. I am annoying in both these ways. I have a certain alienation about culture; everything learned has the aura of strange subjectivity to me. Once there was a debate between a liberal friend and conservative friend of mine about what presidential candidate was the best. I tried to moderate by asking whether they actually disagreed on policy or just had merely belligerent impressions. I did this in the form of simple poignant questions and when they both answered the same we realized none of the candidates were reflections of our views but instead we compromised differently and that the whole debate was