How pride messes up our lives part 2

Lately, I’ve become more and more aware of how much easier my life would be if I in different situations had chosen to “love my enemies”, “turned the other cheek” or “done unto others what I would have had them do unto me”. It takes some contemplation to realise how different the probable outcome of many situations would have been, had I followed Jesus’ example. If I would have tried to see the other person’s perspective, apologised and admitted my part in what transpired or forgave instead of judged. What kept me from doing so? Pride is what kept me from doing so.

How pride messes up our lives part 1

I’ve thought a lot about how there seems to be a divine structure behind everything. And how, if we’re truly humble, it will be more or less self-evident what to do in any given situation, where there is a right and wrong conduct. We might make ourselves believe otherwise. And we might tell ourselves that we didn’t know better or that everything is relative or whatever. But somewhere we know what is right and wrong. But our pride keeps us from admitting this both to ourselves and others. Our pride keeps us from asking for forgiveness.