A fleetingness and absence of self-interest and expression of self-worth giving way to errors through carelessness and fruitless river of passion dried right up. Pride is essential in being. Pride is having a heart while holding a back bone then moving forward on directions from the imagination on wings of determination and simple feet at the end of everyone’s legs. Pride is inherently deserved by existing but it must be created. To lack pride in one’s self is to give in to insult as if it permanent. To allow attacks from some place where one accepts they are less than they wish to be. It is much sloth, an alternative deadly sin and a much more common seen plague.
One does not receive pride but they work to make it the way one passionate wins a race or makes love. With full momentum and earnest potent pieces of themselves put detailedly into each movement. To complain that something is too complicated is to call one’s self stupid. One naturally pines to have pride and seek the settlements where they can build and learn more to fit this. Pride is a beautiful thing because it is only real when earned and cannot be faked. When one loves the work they do so much that it is called play and still precise to small facet and adherent to giant scheme then they have pride in something. Boasting is the opposite of pride as is condescension. That is insecurity masking itself obviously as the elephant in the room knocks over the punch bowl and calls it “shabby”. To need outside approval, the social vices, is a lack of pride for the real reward comes organically without anyone person being able to name it as real. It is the tree falling and the sound doesn’t fucking matter because a tree is on the ground.
Patience and a direction with attention to critical thinking and a stalwart heart next to a strong back bone get the ball rolling. Its not cocky but deserved. Any disagreement is mental disease.
It is only natural to have pride and lacking it is a sickness. Without pride there is reason to believe and prove one has not sought out their dreams and marked their values yet clearly is letting both down. A disgusting arrogance of decadent apathy and aimless dance without thought or balance in each step. The simple seed of pride is being able to want good, to have a sense of self and any standard of it. The growth is now only being allowed to believe in that as a fit destiny but to enthrall and relish in the sense and manifestation of it. And only one person can hold you back.
Dreaming is scheming
but without work
there’s not meaning and
a heart dies from deceiving
with full flocks of grandeur
never set free and locks
put on the mourning
as they tie their own
noose; and its boring.
