Naive

Like playing a game of tug-of-war, I was always pulled in two opposite directions. I became blind and I never knew which side of the rope to take and remain on. I always asked myself, "Should I take the right side of wrong side?" I was as wise as a hundred universities, but I was tangled in a web of untrue facts. The web was challenging to undo and I remained stuck until I found my way out. I was naive and I was unable to stick to the mere truth. I would face the dumb way when I meant to face the smart way. As I bloomed and my wisdom grew as big as a globe, I abandoned the game of tug-of-war and picked the "smart side" of the rope. I was no longer glued to the middle. I knew my instincts, I just didn't know which side of the rope to hold onto.

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