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There is no shame in wanting to learn to do better and be a better person in whatever capacity, mom, daughter, grandparent, advocate, human, even teacher. The best teacher is one who continues to learn and allow themselves to be taught by those they teach. 
What if you don't know all you need to? What if your opinion, if not wrong, may be skewed and allowing yourself to learn more to form a more informed, substantial and beneficial, useful opinion instead of hollow, aimless words rooted in emotion and lack of a realistic, factual knowledge base. What if the goal wasn't who is right and who can make others conform to his view, but who can accept there is more to learn and compromise is one of the most fantastic abilities humans possess. The world, humanity, all boils down to the same basic needs. We allow ourselves to dissect each other and categorize each other into absolute right and absolute wrong. Shutting out any flexibility and opportunities to grow, learn and build for the benefit of all. 
None of this probably makes any sense, but just try to comprehend that you don't know everything. You always have room to grow and do better. Be better. Contribute better. 
You can learn from the smartest, you can learn from the most ignorant. You can be part of humanity or you can be a human fighting your way though other humans, just to say you're right, they're wrong and you won. Or...think you won. 
There are only two pure emotions, love and fear. Everything else evolves through that. And it can't be love if it hurts others on any level, physical, emotional, psychological, sociological. 
I'm not saying be a hippie. Just don't be a dick.

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