Pride fuels positivity in life, individually or collectively. But too much pride sews the seeds of evil and corruption. Pride then becomes a suit of steel, an eyeless mask, a thick brick wall separating good intentions from execution. And as the divide widens between what was what was intended--the compassion and understanding and truth that is essential to change, to growth in this world--and what ACTUALLY happens, the world falls into the deep dark recesses of despair.
Too much of anything is a bad thing. Gulping, inhaling, greedily ingesting the chicken mcnuggets of truth, we choke. We suffocate. The body rejects this excessive inhalation of sustenance. The stuff that the body needs to survive becomes the weapon that brings it down. A small piece gets stuck in the back of the throat. It sprints, it speeds recklessly by the gag reflex and throws the mind into panic mode. The lungs scream for air. Tears sting the eyes. The blood rushes to the face, trying to save the day, in vain.
The only hope is from the outside. A helping hand. An everyday hero. A friend. A foe. Another human being who knows what to do, is willing to do it, and who doesn't hesitate. In this case, the speed helps. But it is connected to kindness and care, not selfishness, self-indulgence, gluttony, greed.
Haste in that vein may end well. But haste driven by the needs of self, of the individual only, can only ever end in tragedy.
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