“…An instant’s knowledge of a feeling greater than happiness, the feeling of one’s blessing upon the whole of the earth, the feeling of being in love with the fact that one exists and in this kind of world.” – Atlas Shrugged
This might seem a very selfish view of the world, but stop and think for a moment. (Warning; personal opinions ahead. Tread carefully!)
We were given our talents, passions, and desires. If we are talented at something, why on earth should we lie and say we’re not? I am convinced that humility has nothing to do with discrediting yourself.
As that brilliant man, C. S. Lewis once said: “The great thing is to make him value an opinion for some quality other than truth, thus introducing an element of dishonesty and make-believe into the heart of what otherwise threatens to become a virtue. By this method thousands of humans have been brought to think that humility means pretty women trying to believe they are ugly and clever men trying to believe they are fools. And since what they are trying to believe may, in some cases, be manifest nonsense, they cannot succeed in believing it and we have the chance of keeping their minds endlessly revolving on themselves in an effort to achieve the impossible” (The Screwtape Letters).
Of course, this was written by a demon trying to blight a man’s existence, but it reveals a very apt description of how a lot of people view humility.
Forgive me for this, but there’s another quote I just had to include. No idea where it’s from. “Humility is like underwear. Necessary, but indecent if it shows.”
Going back to what Clive said, being clever is wonderful, and being pretty is grand; but no one will like you if you try and say you’re not. More than likely, they’ll just assume you’re fishing for compliments or showing off how actually pretty or clever you are. Best course; just don’t mention how this or that you are. Keep a lid on it and let it speak for itself, and when someone notices, great. Accept it with dignity and let it be. Stop refusing compliments. It isn’t graceful.
As I was riding home from work, I had a euphoric occurrence of pure and unspoiled bliss. Joy that I was alive, that I could enjoy this world and be wise to enjoying it. Such freedom, to be able to love life. I couldn’t help but burst out laughing in delight. Ideas, philosophy, creativity, love, laughter, good times, thoughts, words; all these things rose in a cacophony of bright colors in my head until it spun. What on earth do we get so dragged down about? What is there on this earth so bad that all the good and beautiful things can’t outweigh it?
Food for thought.