It is hard to be humble.
My dear reader friends, I hope you are well on your way to the day of love and friendship, today I want to share with you a topic about humility.
Very often we ourselves assume that we are humble people but just one fact is enough to show us that we are not really humble. In order not to speak in plural and that may offend the personal perception that everyone has of themselves, I will speak through my own personal experience.
Many times I thought I was a humble person but I was misinterpreting my introverted personality as a humble person. I immersed myself in a meditation on humility and like a spring that flows joyfully through its flow, so began to flow through my brain in peace at that moment the situations where I thought I was, humble.
I am far from being so, although there are many occasions in which I do not share the idea of making many comments on my works, on many other occasions I have opened my mouth, my thoughts and my hands to write and show how I do good and then I tell it. Maybe with no bad intentions of glorifying myself with it but at the end of the day I was not being humble.
On occasion I have dared to show multiple images of my continued blessings as a detail of my continued joy and gratitude for it, thinking in the quiet of my room I have thought that I should not have done so.
Because there are people who at this moment are missing something very important in their life, maybe it’s a little thing for them, but I am here showering them with images and luxury of details about many things that are of abundance in my life, and it only leaves the feeling that I am making a banner to myself.
I remember a story of an old wise old man and a mouse. It so happens that this little one came into the hands of the wise man by an accident in his life and as providence would have it, it came to the wise man's house, fallen from the ceiling.
The wise man took the mouse into his house and saved it, giving it food and shelter. The mouse stayed with the sage and as the days went by the mouse always faced the dangers of life and the sage saved him.
A cat came to the sage's house and chased his little mouse, the sage turned the mouse into a cat thus saving its life again. Then a dog came and was chasing his mouse, which was now turned into a cat, and so the sage saved it again, turning it into a dog, and so continued the sage saving said mouse until he turned it into a tiger.
People would pass by the sage's house and see the tiger, all the while muttering words like...
"It's not a tiger it's just a converted mouse."
The tiger heard this and his heart grew hard and he planned to get rid of the sage so that he would no longer be associated with him.
The day he decided to attack the sage, the sage quickly realized his situation and suddenly, when the tiger pounced on him, the sage turned the tiger back into his original mouse form and what fell into the sage's body was a tiny mouse once again.
The sage then remarked to the mouse...
"It doesn't matter if we are small or big. We just have to learn to maintain our humble condition."
That is why I decided to make this post for us to think a little if we are like the mouse or if we are like the tiger (which in this case would be “if we are like the mouse in his tiger form”), personally I think that I am humanly imperfect and I apologize because in some moments I have sinned of boasting with things that are insignificant for my personal growth and instead are detrimental to my soul.
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