What happens if you live in a dark cave by yourself for 10, 20, 30 years, and then one day you accidentally stumble upon the exit?
You've lived in there a long time. You knew how to survive using your hands, nose, and ears to figure out where you were and get what you needed. It sucked sometimes. It was lonely and dark, but you did what you had to do. You lived there because that was the only thing you knew.
But then one day you begin to see things that you've never seen before, just hints of light bouncing off the walls and signaling your eyes that there is something more. It's quite discombobulating, but intriguing. You can't help but walk toward it, regardless of your growing fear.
Some people take years to come all the way out of the cave. It's too scary. Too overwhelming. Too unusual. But the day they get brave enough to step out, it's a whole new experience.
Changing your world view is like that. Some people are so happy to get out, but then quickly realize all they've missed all those years. It makes them mad. It makes them hate the cave. It makes them hate themselves for not finding the exit sooner.
It takes a while to adjust to the world outside your cave. It takes forgiveness to recover. It's easier if you have a friend who loves you in the new world.