So why do we have pride? It’s one of the seven sins, after all. It only ever seems to get in the way of pragmatism, experimentation, and honesty. I don’t know how many times I’ve let foolish pride make me angry, because I believed I was better than this, that I shouldn’t have failed, or that I shouldn’t have had to deal with this, or be exposed to this. It seems like an endless source of frustration and inner turmoil over things that are just part of life.
And when I consider other possibilities, things I’m not familiar with, pride stops me short. I consider myself a very honest person, especially with myself, but still I can find myself too proud to admit I was wrong, or too proud of my successes and the way I’ve done things to dare to tear it all down and start from scratch. I feel like I’ve come too far to let something so petty make me falter, and I ignore the risk that I may be going the wrong way entirely, failing to notice or to understand what needs to be done. Continue reading