If you must assume, assume you don’t know until you do.
Most of us would be surprised at the degree to which our beliefs, logic, reasoning and emotions, are based solely on assumption. Most of what we call reality is our preconceived notion of what reality should be, or what we want it to be, not what it actually is. Assuming we know without questioning the validity of our assumption removes us from reality, assuring willful ignorance and personal failure.
If we live life through our personal biases – either for or against something – we either presume before-hand or assume after the fact that everything we encounter is either correct or incorrect, based on our insistence to see something the way we want to see it, not for what it truly is. We each do this to one degree or another, in one way or another – it is our nature.
Example: Imagine you were born with an inherited vision impairment. You can see no color, only shades of gray, and if left uncorrected it will progressively lead to blindness. It is hard for you to see and do things that others can do, but despite the difficulty in school and everyday life, you manage to get by. One fine day in your early adult years, your eye doctor pays you a personal visit, informing you of a surgery that would restore your vision to 100%. It would allow you to finally see the world as it truly is, ensuring also that you would never go blind. To his surprise, you decline the offer. You have grown accustomed to seeing everything in shades of grey while mentally imagining the missing color.
Years later, you cross paths with the same doctor and immediately point out the pretty red flower that grows beside the tree in front of you. He looks at you with knowing eyes and informs you that the flower is not red, but instead, the most magnificently marbled and translucent blend of deep burgundy and midnight blue. Yet despite his true description of that flower you disbelieve him, and in turn, insist that he see the red flower just as you do. Once again he softly reminds you that the surgery would restore your sight, but as before, you decline. You have experienced life without color for so long that you’ve lost your desire to see the world as it truly is. You have your normal; it is enjoyable to you now. You would rather ignore the shades of grey that your eyes continually show you, and go on pleasantly imagining your version of color. You make a final decision: you would rather go blind than see color for the first time in your life.
The surgical operation is truth and the doctor is the urgent yet quiet prompting inside each one of us, the gentle tug, reminding us that truth would transform our perception of everything, if only we would let go and accept it. We would at last see life for what it is instead of what we insist it should be. We would at last become who we were born to be and what we were born to do, while knowing, not assuming, why.