Inside every pride-filled moment is a deep sorrow begging to be felt. When our ego clutches to an “accomplishment” or cherishes a mark of “status,” what we really need to do is cry.
There is pain beneath our pride. There are wounds that no triumph or condition can mend. The only medicine is Presence, and every time we grasp at shallow “stitches,” there is an opportunity to be Present for our pain, to give it the time and space it needs to heal all by itself.