Humble people are happy people. The world offers her goodness to everyone, but does so on her own terms. It cannot be demanded, grasped at, captured, or enticipated. Pride thinks it is owned this goodness, and when the hardness of the world is instead recieved, it is seen as an insult to its dignity. Humility sees things differently. It does not expect or believe it is owed anything, so when hardships come it can be faced with grace, and when blessings do fall, they can be embraced with gratitude. Pride is the enemy of happiness. Chesterton says it best: “angles can fly because they take themselves lightly.”
This is not a lesson I’ve learned. It’s only one I’m barely learning. But in the small way I have grasped it, I can testify that this way happiness lies.
Reflective Wanderer 