We do not interpret things to be as they truly are but instead interpret them as what we believe we we will interpret from them. Our brain constantly seeks out corroborating evidence, from everyday life. Hence, the boy who cries wolf diminishes the value of his cries, amongst the town folk, by repeatedly lying regarding his imminent death. To an outsider however, his calls for help would be heeded swiftly, as the interpretation of his calls are rendered different within this different context. One can assume the absolute worst of people, or the best, but the reality is that we must come to expect both, for no one is perfect and we are all human. I wrote this haiku about being human.
You are really wrong,
Even if I cannot see,
You are also right
(Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016)