Pride. (05072003)

Humility is the bitter pill we thought we want to swallow. The subtleness of grace, the graceful beauty, the beautiful virtues that are enhanced with humility. All these are true, but only to the observing eye. The humbled sees nothing of the gentleness that others sees in this quality. Humility is like affliction, cast upon one, be it wanted or not. A stigma that afflicts the soul. The seeing of one's disgrace. Instead of elevating, it is a virtue that sinks one sense of self-worth into despair. It is the quality of down-cast heads, the almost quality of shame. The knowing that one is incomparable to the other, the lowering of esteem, the conscious knowing that gratifying pride is not for one. The feeling of little-worth. What a weight it is to the soul. Though uncouth and vile pride might be, it is this peccability that soothe one soul. However beautiful humility truly is, this very virtue shield it from our eyes, causing our reflection to be indescribably vile and impure. And how much harder it is for us to live under our own scrutiny! The ugliness of humility. The drowning of spirit in despair. The unworthiness of ourselves.