“Not being burdened with the need to be heard, to be understood, to push a point, to be liked, or to be right, life is much simpler.”
Have I already made an error? Is this statement itself not my own effort to push a point?
But wait: Is that actually what the statement says? Did you assume that this point is important for me to push? Do I need you to understand this point? To what lengths will I go to make you understand?
Suppose I climb up on the soapbox in the public square at noon and sincerely declare,
“9 x 9 = 82.”
While your mind is locked on this matter, what are you not doing? What are you neglecting?
… and how are those around you actually seeing you as you try to manage their perception of you?
Ideas, beliefs, causes, philosophies, or even simple points of argument: people fight and die—figuratively and literally—over such things, laying waste to everything and everyone around them, and then finally themselves in the process.
Every one of our lives ends in death. For a fee, the epitaph “But I was right!” can be inscribed on your tombstone so that it can continue your fight on your behalf, but even that will not guarantee that you will not be remembered as the fool who lost everything to madness.