The cheater will accuse you of cheating
The thief will worry about you taking his stuff
The liar will doubt your sincerity
The one who is never wrong, is afraid to be found a fool
What do you see in others, what do you fear in others
Do you have the guts to seek that out in yourself?
Do you have the ability to listen to your mind?
To identify it, to observe it
To know you control it, that it is not you?
Having baggage that you know about is the goal
Believing you are free from it is an illusion
Pride helps you prolong that illusion
Pride is a position that you are not willing to accept other opinions or viewpoints on
Pride is a weak mans armor
His protective barrier between himself and the world
The thicker the armor, the more difficult the movement,
The harder it is to see broadly, to grow, to hear.
Nothing can affect me; prove me wrong in my armor.
The weak man dies with a smile knowing he was right, and the rest of us were wrong.
That he is superior, smarter, better than the rest of us.
The rest of us sadly recycle his armor for the $9.84 and return to our lives
We wonder how tall, or fast, or kind he could have been if it weren’t for the metal suit he refused to leave.
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