Pride: A Monster I Am Fighting With

I have pride. I know it is improper to have it. But I have it already and I am aware of its vanity. Moreover, I know well that having it is detrimental to me as it makes me proud unnecessarily, unintelligently. And I am not proud of it. 

I have pride. Because of it, I became unsocial. It is making me difficult to listen to and talk to people because I am no longer interested in what they are talking about. As a result, unwittingly, I have been alienating myself from people. I gradually lose friends. I have even lost her whom I think, perhaps I thought (I am not sure yet), I love. 

I have pride. But I understand that only the fool can be proud for nothing. And I am certainly not a fool. And I do not pride for no reason. Moreover, it is not easy to have pride. To have pride, there must be something, or qualities, or achievements, one must have. Having pride means having done something great, or having achieved something significant, even if that something might be small or tiny. I therefore also think it is not that bad to have pride. Perhaps, I should be proud of it. Now, the monster won again.

Myo

7 November 2017, Tuesday, 4 am