How are your opinions formed? Your facebook wall, your childhood, your teachers, the books you read etc., Let’s call them experiences. The experiences you have had determine your opinions. But then, for a given experience, say something like listening to Seth Godin speak might bring in a different change in me than how it changes you. I might form a slightly different opinion about something he said (based on how I think already) compared to you. Point is – opinions and the way people think is complex.
Hence I conclude that there is no way you can think exactly like any other person. Thinking leads to opinions. So how is it that you could always agree on everything someone else does?
Religion, Politics, Sports are some dimensions that are extremely close to our hearts. Day in day out, I see that if you are for A, then everything that A is doing is right and B who is opposite to A is wrong no matter what. That is impossible.
It is possible that you prefer A over B, but it is impossible that there is no single attribute of B that you like and of A you dislike.
When the line that you draw is gray, why do you want to make it black or white?
Can you be courageous enough to let your own inner voice take the call? To let it see things as is and then form an opinion?
A man should learn to detect and watch that gleam of light which flashes across his mind from within, more than the lustre of the firmament of bards and sages. Yet he dismisses without notice his thought, because it is his. In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected thoughts: they come back to us with a certain alienated majesty. Great works of art have no more affecting lesson for us than this. They teach us to abide by our spontaneous impression with good-humored inflexibility then most when the whole cry of voices is on the other side. Else, to-morrow a stranger will say with masterly good sense precisely what we have thought and felt all the time, and we shall be forced to take with shame our own opinion from another.
– part of Self Reliance, an essay by Ralph Waldo Emerson