We’ve learned for as long as I can remember that the opposite of pride is humility.
That’s true. You can’t be prideful and humble at the same time.
Last year I shared some musings over the connection between humility and confidence.
In my heart, I feel that only true humility comes to the confident, and only the confident can experience true humility.
Of course the best example we have is the Savior. Is there anyone who was as humble as He?
Our task in this life is to learn how to become confidently humble; moving forward boldly in the cause of truth and righteousness while constantly working to conform our will to His.
Of course, a natural consequence of this is that there simply wouldn’t be any room in this kind of life for pride.
We wouldn’t have time; we’d be too anxiously engaged in a good cause.
But a few days ago while sitting in priesthood meeting and a discussion about pride, I had a feeling and a then a thought followed by an idea which grew into an understanding.
My best weapon against pride may not be the quest for humility. After all, it seems counterintuitive to work hard to become less, doesn’t it?
Maybe the antidote to pride could simply be the happiness that permeates through all of the shadows and hard times and brings a soft light of peace.
My job is to seek it out, hold onto it, and build more of it.
Let me try to explain.
Or the best looking.
Or the smartest.
Or the strongest.
Or the richest.
Or any one of the many ways that vanity can slip through the cracks and become the reflection we long to see in the mirror; kind of sad how it’s just never quite good enough.
There is no joy or happiness in needing to be number one.
It generally means that you had to step on number six, pull down number five, and climb over the backs of four, three and two.
Or even the most humble.
Here’s my point:
One who is prideful will always strive to BE THE MOST; one who is happy is simply striving to BE MORE.
Generally, this entails dusting off up number six, pulling back up number five, and giving a boost to four, three and two.
Pride is never being satisfied until we get there; happiness is waking up with a smile on our face and falling asleep grateful for what a good day we just experienced.
You know, enjoying life while we may still be number two.
The real secret: happiness replaces pride when one day you realize you’ve stopped counting, but aren’t quite sure when it happened.
The real you.
And that you genuinely like what you see.
All because you combatted pride with happiness.
Be happy my friends. Be happy.