Pride and Isolation

Pride can be a good thing to have sometimes. It allows you to save face and can be a preventative measure to not engage in acts you know you will suffer the consequences from. For those measures and extent, pride is great.

Though, like everything else in the world, too much of it is problematic and causes disasters.

I think many of us have been defeated by our egos, propelled by our pride. We've all been a tool for our own prides. We've all just have made mistakes on the part of pride. Hopefully we've learned from such things to move onto a better relationship with ourselves and the remaining of the human race.

Pride, eventually, when not settled in, checked and managed, leads to isolation. Pride in ourselves, pride in our abilities, pride from where we come from are great mechanisms for self motivations for better future for ourselves. But these thoughts eventually to the belief or conclusion, sometimes both, that we are better than the rest or at least most. While, I've never liked the idea of living so hand in hand with society, fashion, tradition and the ideals of the time for it's sake, it's also unhealthy and unwise to live outside of it completely. Exile and isolation are things that have heavy consequences to human nature. We are social animals and we require and desire the company of another human, humans most of the time. Isolation, though it can require some great works of art, it is never a long lasting resolution to any problem or dispute. For short while, it may be great. But deprivation of it makes us lose who we are, what we are, and most cases leads us to death either literally or figuratively.

Pride is like a cage where it makes us withdraw into ourselves. While being self dependent, reliant and being able to solve our own problems, overcome our mistakes and console our own miseries (really, all are very admirable qualities) there are things we can't always do on our own. At the end if we let pride color our choices and it's cage set limits on human interaction we'll always be misunderstood by others because of our refusal to let them in it, share our world with them. At the end, we'll be the ones alone and left to die without anyone's realization, like Kafka's hunger artist.