Pride is an interesting part of our life. Everybody perceives pride differently although it actually has a single definition. I am not going to give you a link to any dictionary that interprets this word. Instead I am going to discuss its real meaning.
When we are talking about pride, we can’t avoid talking about shame as well. The two are exact antagonists. Whoever is proud of something, would be ashamed of the opposite scenario. Thus, for example, if one is proud of having touched a rare plant, one would most likely be ashamed of having not touched it.
There are certain types of pride that I have encountered so far – to be proud of:
yourself (how you look, how book-smart you are, how street-smart you are, what your achievements in your life have been so far)
your family (same characteristics as your self-estimation)
your country’s history (its creators and other ancestors such as the national heroes)
your country’s sports achievements (of any kind of sport)
your country’s socioeconomic and geopolitical status (including its current foreign and security policy)
Of all these types of pride that I have encountered I can’t see any pride as genuine as the first one. I am wondering why I have to be proud of the achievements of someone else. What have I done to contribute to their fullfilment?! Of course, this is a rhetoric question.
I am not saying that we mustn’t be proud of our country and our family. The least we can do is treasure these achievements. However, we must know that this pride is a fact without our making any effort for its fullfilment. My point is, we must never allow such kinds of pride, or even shame, to prevail in our life. What we must be proud, or ashamed, of is what we have achieved so far. The rest is populism more or less.