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Pride, the source of people’s determinations, their will to stand against all odds, to fight all that stand in their way, yet in the wrong hands, pride clouds a person’s judgement, their ability to reason, refusal to listen to others’ advices, and makes them unable to admit to their wrongdoings, even at the cost of lives. Under the guise of confidence, it hides, waiting to strike, waiting for its next victim, for someone to take a nibble at the line, by then, it’ll be too late to tell between confidence, pride and ego. What makes confidence good, and pride bad? Where does the border for confidence end, and the border for pride and ego begin?
“All this philosophical thinking has me all worn out and tired, I should grab something to eat.” I hum to myself as I strutted over to the kitchen, rummaging for anything tasty, it’s been a long day, and I deserved a treat for being so good. “It’s not even 11am, yet here you are looking for a snack…” a teasing chuckle came from the doorway. I rolled my eyes at the voice, huffing at the voice. “Leave me alone, I deserve one after all the ruling I’ve done,” I retorted playfully, knowing full well my husband would ask if he would get one too. It’s one of the things I love about him, his playfulness, understanding, and the fact he never thought of me as a sin, just a prideful person, a person with flaws.
That day, the day I met him, he was alone, in a crowded field of lions, all surrounding him, eyes full of hate, judgement, isolation. They did not welcome him, no, that’s an understatement, they wished him gone forever. Yet, he stood there, kindness and understanding in his eyes, and as he left the pride, he wished them well, saying his goodbyes to everyone, regardless of their ill intent towards him. Their pride had caused them to isolate someone, casting them aside, not wanting to associate with him just because of their measly ego, how dreadful.
This scenario wasn’t odd, with how predictable everyone acts, it’s not hard to say this was a common occurrence, but he was not. I had never seen anyone react that way to being an outcast, being chased from their home, the place they grew up, despite their attitude and actions against him, I did not sense any hostility from him, it was peaceful, and calm. And thus, I followed him, the one who captivated me, piqued my interest, I wanted to know what made him react that way. Soon enough we met, and after a lengthy introduction and questioning, the answer he gave was unexpected, and it was then I knew for certain that I would love him, and here we are now.
I sat down in my den full of documents to be read through, with a mouthful of snacks, and my husband in tow. “I wonder what I should do about this request, it’s stupid though,” I sigh, a little defeated by all the papers I have to go through. “Oh, easy, just banish them, all of them,” chiming in a little too cheerfully, and that’s when I’m reminded of how he is just as prideful as I am, maybe even more so, the way he was able to just casually mention that as if it was nothing, and that’s why we were made for each other. “After all, they’ll come crawling back again, won’t they?” He grinned, knowing that he’s right, and they would. Chuckling, a huge sinister grin forming, “You’re so smart, why didn’t I think of that?” Giving him an adoring look, before placing my pawprint on the dusty paper. So I honestly have to ask, is pride really all that bad? It found me a perfect partner, didn’t it?
~ Credit: Nyra Zombie (#490644) ~
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