Tolerance can be a curse. I guess that’s just me questioning myself.
I consider myself a very tolerant person. When someone’s opinion differs from my own, I don’t automatically assume I’m right and they’re wrong. I try to see it from their point of view. The curse comes when I start to doubt myself, since I can see it from both points of views.
Opinions are just that. They’re not right or wrong, and everyone’s entitled to having one. And in their minds they are correct, so why even bother?
I guess my tolerance turned into complacency.
But one thing’s for sure: You sleep on the bed that you made.