Why am I so afraid to admit when I am wrong?
Why am I so afraid to look at the foundations from which I have built my life and see that it wavers in uncertainty?
Why can I not shake the worlds of those around me with my epiphanies and ideas, and have my peers do the same for me?
Why do I hold onto silly ideas because nothing else makes sense when instead I should further seek the truth?
Why do I become defensive when someone makes a better argument, and I find my reasoning pushing me to agree?
Why do I refer to everyone as I.