The fear of being wrong, of being criticized, of being lashed out against, of being removed from the group is what keeps us silent. Silent as the car careens toward the cliff, silent as the project goes awry, as the constituents grab their pitchforks and torches in revolt.
But what if you had said something?
You might be wrong, you might be acted out against, but you also might be the savior that keeps the group in tact or the sage who sheds light in a new way.
Is the price of staying silent more than the price of speaking up? Ask yourself this. And when you have your answer, ask yourself again.