Why do we think that we really know what we're doing? We stride confidently to the next checkbox, quite pleased with ourselves. Moments of confidence shown in small gestures, the smiles flashed, jackets straightened crisply, curls flung carelessly, precise pen twirls -- things which anger the unnoticed observiers -- these moments aren't haughty confidence. They are signs of our euphoric amazement that something actually went right.
To question one's self and to have the will and drive to act fully in wisdom -- these too are miracles, ones which are much harder to obtain. Oh for the ability to do more than avoid mistakes, but to do well, to know well, to live well, and in all that, to be well!