At first glance, I know you are enough. You are complete and uniquely adequate. And of course, you are a perfectly created being. Yet, even at your best self, there are a thousand things you can’t achieve alone.
And this is because we were never constructed to exist alone. Because to do so, one must first kill oneself.
For humanity is like a tree, and we are all connected like branches. Each branch uniquely assembled to support another.
So, I still cannot understand how an individual would allow oneself to be clouded by an exaggerated idea that one does not need anyone.
And in all of my existence, I am yet to find something more limiting, more dwarfing, more self-destructive, and more catastrophic as PRIDE.
Pride is the poison to the soul.
For when it captures your mind, you would be deceived that you are ascending into a grand, glorious zenith whereas you are descending, every second, into an endless valley.