POP ( musings on self)

[crossnote]

Self's first word is gimme
Its last word is never finished
Never content, nor thankful,
Nor at peace with itself or others
Even in its attempts to humble itself
It ends up exalting itself.
Forever clamoring for the best position,
But only attaining second place
Until everyone can hear it go POP

 

[LearningToLetGo]

Even in it's attempts to humble itself
It ends up exalting itself.

Quite right. We puff our chests in glorious pride of our selfless humility.

 

[crossnote]

Quite right. We puff our chests in glorious pride of our selfless humility.

It's the ol, "I'm so proud I'm humble" routine. Our fallen nature runs deep; we latch on early, e.g.
"Little Jack Horner Sat in the corner, Eating a Christmas pie; He put in his thumb, And pulled out a plum, And said, "What a good boy am I!"
-completely antithetical to reality.