Place of Pride

as proud as a peacock

The conclave of emotions that the human spirit is, it isn’t anything unnatural to stumble upon such aspects of it that spawns the universe of both the good and the bad. Vices and virtues make up the totality of human behavior and existence in all their complexity which is why no man on earth can ever claim to be perfect. What however grants the chassis of the human an existence in such an amalgamation of conflicting feelings and realisations is also exactly what tends to shape us and our perception of whom we consider as a good or bad human being. Obviously then, brushing off the bads of the vices in favour of the righteousness of virtue might not be the easiest of things to do, despite the promise of perfection it seemingly guarantees.

Making inroads into the discussion of such human tendencies that while are natural and instinctive but still can be cultivated further, for better or for worse, is that place of head held high, unreasonably sometimes as well, that which the world chides often as pride. Granted the numero uno status in the listing of the seven deadly sins, pride indeed seems to be something that deserves all the scorn it gets. Forever viewed as something to be shunned, a trait highly undesirable for any man on earth to cultivate into his being, pride has never occupied the place of pride within the ambit of any human desire. Pride is evil and is, by all means, only heralding of your downfall. In imparting forever such teachings for you to be as gracious in your victories as you would like to be in defeat, pride has been denied any place of importance in our lives whatsoever. Fitting also it is for a sin that evil to emerge as the utmost deadly that pride never manages to make inroads into our way of existence.

Good Pride and Bad Pride
Source: Generativity

But despite all such conditionings of living that urges us always to shun any tendency to identify as the proud being, we cannot help but sometimes take pride in what we do or who we are. In appreciating our own, through our celebration of the self, we tend at times to fan that rousing feeling of pride that seems to fill our hearts with a kind of ecstasy that surprisingly does not ‘feel’ evil to us at all. Rather, it has us basking in a sense of accomplishment, dwelling in a certain measure of happiness deserving of us and that which seeks to overrule any deep founded notions of pride being the absolute worst sin to fall prey to. Being proud of our selves suddenly does not come across as as vain as we had imagined it would, if at all it should dawn, given how our understanding of it is rooted forever in an abyss of what the wrongs pledge to do. And yet we continue to fear it and not just because we cannot unlearn the way we have been taught to for our entire lives. The fear that pride brings along manifests through also its rooting in the conscious perception of the self a bit too much, perhaps even to such extents that can be considered as appalling. In our proud standing in us, perhaps we would come to be too ‘acclaiming’ of ourselves, too occupied to let go of our own, consciously and yet distressingly. In having us fuss over ourselves so much, pride manifests itself in us in once again the same fear that has led us to shun it all through.

But what emerges from such ‘awareness’ of pride, particularly in its experience of the personal, isn’t wholly something that should equate, let alone single it out as the number one of sins to commit. Is it a folly then to consider pride as something undesirable, or is our understanding of it flawed enough to not be able to see and appreciate the more positive assertives that should come to define it? Perhaps the flaw lies in us hell bent only on deciphering one facet of the proud feeling, that which concentrates wholly on viewing it as the evil. But like every other thing in life that sums up a composite world of multiplicities without fail, so too does pride in its manifestations that while are particularly ‘ungodly’ stems also sufficiently of such positives that cease to make it greater a sin than any of the other namings of greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath, and sloth.

Till the extent a sense of pride has you more aware about yourself and even more in awe of you, in that it furthers your expectations from the self and goads you on to such achievements that is allowed only when you are reasonably occupied with your faculties, this tends to be one emotion capable of such perfection that still tends to the human limit. When pride stems from such fulfilments that endow you with a sense of contentment and heightened satisfaction, a proud you resounds also as a more confident version of yourself. In enabling you to see your worth and providing also the motivation aiding its continuance, pride indeed comes across as something we should be coveting rather than pursuing with a confused state of conflict at play. This awareness of self worth that which leads to an esteemed perception of your own goes way beyond merely fostering development. It translates also effectively as an appreciation of your existence as an individual, in which capacity we already are more than worthy of all the pride the world harbours. The catch however in pride being or not being an evil, lesser or greater, contends directly to the way of its expression and assertion.

While being proud of oneself is today hailed as a positive insight into our identity as humans, as lives that matter, it indeed is how you sit in that elevated experience of yourself that makes all the difference in making pride as good or as bad as you let it be. In its ironically humble leanings, even when it comes off as something as exactly the opposite, pride reinforces itself in different degrees that establish it evilly or otherwise. A rather quiet realisation that you keep to yourself, basking instead in its glow than the ‘status’ of it, pride also surprisingly tends to be most positive when it is rooted deep in you. Without the need to be aggressive in assertion yet persisting therein with the feeling of it that which keeps you focussed on your good rather than attempting to undermine the bad in others, a healthy sense of self pride is an implicit mechanism of bettering one’s own self. Even when it might be open to such interpretations that term it as selfish in being concerned with oneself, it in fact is this bothering only with what defines you in terms of you that has the ability to make anyone emerge prouder in their being. Translating also effectively into such positive continuity that which has you striving for not just a better you but also encouraging others to pursue their limits so that they too can rest in a sense of pride exclusive to them, pride bears the ability to reveal itself in such nature that is usually deemed contrary to it. It is this particularly conflicting light that which pride presents itself in, that which derives pride also in the accomplishment of selves outside their own, that transcend it from being a greater known evil to a lesser perceptive good.

There is nothing wrong with taking pride in oneself till the time we manage to do it with dignity and sense of the value we harbour. Pride is also as coveted when it means overcoming hardships and difficulties to mould yourself into the best version of you there can be. Pride becomes undesirable only when it crosses over to the more defiant notions of ego, that which in itself is often confused for the former despite very unrelated etymology. But while pride rests in self admiration, ego is rooted in arrogance. Even within the all encompassing realm of pride, it is possible to discover both positive and negative iterations of it. But the difference even here is very apparent. Pride comes across as surprisingly healthy and thereby positive, the negative manifestation of it defined by only such related terms as vain or haughty even when they show up as synonyms of pride. It is this ambiguity that has been undoing all the goods of pride throughout the ages. In perhaps being more celebratory of the accomplishments of the self rather than being delirious of it, pride has its basis in a kind of metamorphosis that which has the world jumping to conclusions with the assertively abrasive notions of it. Whether we choose to afford pride as a humble appreciation of ourselves or let it reign large enough to have our lives unduly evil through it makes all the difference in establishing pride as a necessary evil to counter or an unnecessary burden to carry.