My Worldviews: Why I M Wrong?

I like to operate under the assumption that I’m wrong. I’m not saying I do this every day or even regularly, but it’s an introspection that is rarely suffered in our society. Some of the worldviews I hold are not the most popular, but when I pretend I’m wrong about everything in life, there’s suddenly no need to argue about where lines need to be drawn. With self-questioning, I begin an internal discussion that I can take into conversations with peers. I don’t assume my worldviews are false. Quite the contrary, I’ve spent many painful hours analyzing the beliefs I have and whether they’re the most appropriate way to confront the world. What I do accept, on a basic level, is that beliefs and worldviews are fallible. We’re indoctrinated from
All of my siblings and cousins as well as my parents are 6’ or nearly there, and I have widespread experience juxta-positioning my height in daily life. In all the time I’ve been on this earth, I’ve only ever felt like I can’t do something because of my height when others place that restriction on me. The cops in my head will say I can’t go out at night because I could be mugged. I admit to myself that, if I were a mugger, I’d choose to take my chances with a little woman before some bearded bro. However, the truth lies after both of these realizations. Yes, I might be more likely to be mugged at night, but I can also take my life in my own hands and decide not to walk at night, or to learn how to disarm potential assailants, or to carry a weapon of my own. We do not need to be the same to be equal. For my cousin, who is a 6’4” airman, that’s his deterrent. I’ll accept that my best bet is to walk softly and carry a big stick. The other half of the statement “just a little girl” centers around the fact that I’m a woman. The societal implications of being female basically never end. Once again, there’s an assumption about my physical capabilities to handle myself in society, but more than that is the idea that I’m somehow less equipped to affect the world as a woman. The reasoning for this concept ranges from emotional instability to failing to prioritize immediate authority. In the case of the former, the
I fail to understand how this could be a problem. Every species on the planet has the common goal of survival. While I, and every other human in the world, could peacefully live to old age without having children, that is where the human race would end. Music, art, and literature would die along with us, and we might finally know the answer to whether an unattended tree will make a sound as it falls. Prioritizing the future over the present is a way to push past nearsighted policy and opinion. Perhaps if the politicians sitting in Washington, D.C. genuinely learned this lesson, we could hand off a better future to the next generation. However, this is one case where I’m not only wrong but a double agent. The question we need to ask before we arrive at the future, is how we live through the present. If you’re always looking a mile ahead, you’ll miss the cliff you’re about to drive over. The future is a great aspiration, but it can’t happen if we all die today. I side more firmly with the worldview that it’s more important to make choices about priorities using the future than the present. There’s no point in struggling through today if it all ends in ash