I saw this image again on my Facebook newsfeed and started thinking about pride.
They say pride is the longest distance between two people.
Just recently I came across something that made me want to reach out to someone I haven’t talked to in a long time. Partly, it’s my pride that didn’t want to be the first one to give in that won’t let me communicate. Partly, it’s the fear of being not treated properly again that left me cowering in a corner.
My friends said that the person might be feeling the same. I don’t know. If he thinks I’m angry, I’m not. If he thinks I couldn’t forgive him, I already have. If he thinks I’m not able to admit my shortcomings, I even have a list. If he is afraid of me, well… What I do know is someone who truly knows how to man up will shake off his fear and confront the unknown.
But I’d rather deal with pride and fear than resentment or apathy. Oh Lord, please don’t let any of us deal with the latter.