Pride gets no pleasure out of having something, only out of having more of it than the next man. . . . It is the comparison that makes you proud: the pleasure of being above the rest. Once the element of competition is gone, pride is gone.
POEM
Sweet Darkness
This poem by David Whyte celebrates the profound clarity one gains by shedding who or what no longer serves them.
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