Merriam-Webster defines pride as, “the quality or state of being proud: as
a : inordinate self-esteem or conceit
b : a reasonable or justifiable self-respect
c : delight or elation arising from some act, possession, or relationship”

Proud? Or just beautiful?
As you can see, pride is one of those remarkable English words that can depict something at both ends of a spectrum. It’s both conceit and self-respect. It can be both inordinate and justifiable.
When the peacock displays its finery, is it out of a justifiable knowledge of its beauty, or strutting in conceit? For a peacock, probably neither.
But for us humans in a relationship, pride is almost always counter-productive.
Out of a sense of pride, we silently bear small wounds inflicted by those we love. It is pride that allows us to foster discontent instead of asking for help. It is pride that keeps us stuck in a place of resentment against those that we may love the most. We have thoughts such as:
“If she really loved me, she would know how I’m hurting.”
“If he cared enough, he would do the right thing.”
“I shouldn’t have to ask… she should know what I need.”
“When will he realize how much that hurts me?”
But these are the irrational thoughts of the wounded and proud ego. How can we expect our loved one to be a mind reader? How can we expect another, no matter how close, to really know how we feel about something?
We must speak our truth. We must honor our feelings by sharing them. We must put aside the hurt long enough to allow something wonderful to happen: Communication.
It is through listening, talking and understanding that relationships flourish. It is through our listening heart, our voice of integrity and our open mind that Love is conveyed and understood. To work it out, we must bring it up.
As we ask for understanding, we open our hearts to greater intimacy. As we ask for clarification, we have a better chance of understanding others and ourselves. As we put away our pride and say what’s on our mind—we open a path for our heart.









