Pride

Pride, like a bunch of vibrant flowers, blooms within us. Imagine walking a sun-kissed path, each petal brushing against your skin. The blossoms multiply, their fragrance intoxicating. But beware their beauty can blind. As pride unfurls, it obscures our vision, veiling the world in hues of self-importance. We stumble, petals clinging to our feet, blinding us to others struggles. Yet, if we tread gently, if we recognize the fragility of our own blooms, pride transforms. It becomes a garden a shared tapestry of growth, where each flower contributes to the whole. So let us nurture our pride, but also tend to empathy. For in this floral dance, we find balance the sweet scent of self-worth mingling with the earthy richness of compassion