Human society and culture suffers from an obsessive-compulsive syndrome of egoic addiction — achievement fetish. We say we feel proud of gold medals at the Olympics whether of sport or mathematics or whatever else. But have we ever paused even for a moment to reflect on why is there such “pride” at “achievement” in the first place?
If we or our tribe achieve gold, we feel proud of it. But why? What about those who in our eyes do not achieve? What do we feel? Who defines achievement? What is pride? Is pride necessarily a good thing? What does pride do to our hearts and minds? Do achievement and pride as we define them really make life better? Or even food? What is a good life?
Pride married to achievement is but a glorification of the ego absorbed in itself, in its narcissistic desires and dreams detached from the real juice of life — life is for living, not achieving; life is not something to be proud of, but an opportunity to be truly and irrevocably free. There is nothing worth being, doing, or becoming in this cycle of endless delusion of the self. Free from pride, devoid of achievement, be nobody doing nothing going nowhere. Be free where you are.
