I think proud people are brave. I think it takes a lot of courage to decide to forsake what comes easily to you so that you can stand by your best friend: pride. Perspicacious beings are fully aware that the price for being aloof, detached and indifferent will be their lone figure at the end of it all standing by itself on the crutches of hubris. That is why I call them brave. Because they are undaunted by that pathetic image.
I give pride the cachet of "best friend" because I have always felt that pride will never let one down. There may be countless times when a person may relinquish pride to get the better of himself and others, but, you can't trick something that's such an intrinsic part of you. Sooner or later, you realise that you never gain all. One is never able to fill all the spaces with gain acquired from the barter of pride. In all those forsaken niches is where the leftover pride resides. It is then that it begins to work against you. Because you let it down to try and gain something else, sacrificing the dignity of it's solitude for spurious comfort. That is why, when it resurfaces to claim lost ground, you are worse off than before.
I give pride the cachet of "best friend" because I have always felt that pride will never let one down. There may be countless times when a person may relinquish pride to get the better of himself and others, but, you can't trick something that's such an intrinsic part of you. Sooner or later, you realise that you never gain all. One is never able to fill all the spaces with gain acquired from the barter of pride. In all those forsaken niches is where the leftover pride resides. It is then that it begins to work against you. Because you let it down to try and gain something else, sacrificing the dignity of it's solitude for spurious comfort. That is why, when it resurfaces to claim lost ground, you are worse off than before.
wonderfully said! BTW, when are you writing that script for me?
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