I see PRIDE
(2 Corinthians 10:12)
"Not that we dare to classify or compare ourselves with some of those who are commending themselves. But when they measure themselves by one another and compare themselves with one another, they are without understanding."
Whenever I hear people comparing their own sufferings to families and friends,
I see the PRIDE taking roots in their hearts.
It's part of the human egos that can never be completely erased.
You know it when it comes.
You feel it when it surges over your normal self.
It's thrilling by nature and has the tendency to lift you up.
Almost similar to the traits of blissful happiness, but less pure in its intentions.
Some may understand it very well but they can no longer feel the thrill of trivial matters. Or perhaps in their point of views,
your tiny little headache seems small to what they had been through.
Nothing can be compared to their own life and death situations.
Like all the animated characters in movies, they sing and make poetry about their survivals. Unlike a few who remain solemnly silent about their own experiences.
There were many people who wrote stories about Jesus's sufferings
but he was never one to brag about his deepest pain and experiences.
That is one TRUE soul I'll hold forever in the highest esteem.
Copyright © Angeline Haikutwinkle | Year Posted 2016
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