You know, pride is a funny thing.
It seems that as a child – I never really heard pride used in a negative light. Now, 15 or so years later, I feel like when the word “pride” surfaces in a conversation – everyone bursts into immediate shouts of defense. As though they’re being accused of a second degree murder.
Hold the phone, you don’t need your lawyer.
As discussed and studied by philosophers like Plato and Aristotle, saw pride as a complex secondary emotion. Particularly that pride is a positive trait in helping to discover ones self. Your pride reflects in your work, in your art, in your life. Your moral and ethical concepts and views of the world – are all attributed, in one way or another, to pride.
How true. As I allow severely deprived brain soak this in, I can’t but help feel uneducated.
Self-discovery, and I’ve heard this argument, is directly attributed to ones ability to cognitively discern pride from greed and selfishness. Then we run into the issue of – too much pride – where pride turns into vulgarity, selfishness, petty displays of arrogance.
From the Oxford dictionary:“When viewed as a virtue, pride in one’s appearance and abilities is known as virtuous pride, greatness of soul or magnanimity, but when viewed as a vice it is often termed vanity or vainglory.”
I agree. I’m proud of some of my accomplishments, but I won’t let it hinder my future. Pride can be suppressed – and vanity seems to be an easier emotion to rely and depend, requiring less work and self-development.