In humility lies the beautiful contradiction, in possessing it a man lowers himself in his own eyes, yet it elevates him in the eyes of others.

The Humble often stand head and shoulders above others because by their very nature they are people who are afraid of heights. Looking only towards the heavens, they attain them, never having glanced down to see how high they have risen from the dark pit of pride.

I like to think of pride as if it were a bag, the prouder the man the smaller his bag. Proud men with their small bags are filled easily, once filled so they must announce that to the world and engage in pride, the humble however are different. The mysterious guiding force of the universe that fills these bags of proud and humble alike with things worth being proud about, the humble though walk life this life with bigger bags whom this force not only fills with things but is compelled to in attempt to fill that emptiness. Perhaps that is why the humble more often that not get so much more, yet never boast about it for they know there is still yet more to receive.

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If our forefathers gave us something to proud of, it was so their sons shall hold their heads high not to make another man’s son lower his head in shame, in doing so they desecrate themselves and their forefathers.

Never fall into the pit of pride, the day a man becomes proud is the day he has gained a thing he fears losing. Fear of loss is what drives the worst aspects of the human character. In his mind he has gained something, yet his soul has lost.

A good father does not merely bestows his son’s a name,  he bestows his sons the principles with which to honour it.

people take so much care to keep their temples clean, not let them stained by dirt or dust, yet they don’t  apply same care to keep their hearts and mind clean, not letting it be stained with hatred or pride, is it not true God resides in those places as well?

Vengeance

There is no joy in revenge, it is but the path of emptiness, the path of utter poverty. In marching down it I have brought my enemy suffering as they did me, yet it is I who feels who wronged, who is being robbed of peace. I traded away the bitter pill of forgiveness for the sweet poison of vengeance.

While the gurudwara committees continue to criticize the youth for getting high on drugs,they ought to glance in a mirror for they are no different, they continue to get high on their own false pride and hubris, in their drunken delusion they believe their age and position begets respect and not wisdom, that any stupidity on their part that is unbecoming of their age is above legitimate criticism. Fighting in a religious place over politics? How is that no different than a drunk fighting in a bar? Except the drunks bottle only harms himself, whereas the the committees intoxicant harms the whole community. The danger lies not in the intoxication of drugs and alcohol, but in the intoxication of power and pride of the committees abuse frequently, they are like a rotten cancer, unseen and unchecked they will destroy everything from the inside out, and like a rotten cancer they serve no purpose and should be removed upon detection.

The Illusion of Pride

Such is the illusion of Pride,in that will elevate a man in his own eyes, yet destroy him in others. He who practices humility however, will see himself destroyed in his own, yet exalted in the eyes of many.