It’s usual to proclaim our right to pride: to motherland, to our deeds, to our race... And that pride is, deep down, a way of loving: of loving our nation, our race, our personal deeds. Our pride is not entirely separable from love.
But pride is usually a minor and poor way of loving, and a minor or negative feeling. It may be vanity, arrogance, presumption, racism (in the case of racial pride), silly nationalism (in the case of displaced love to the nation we belong to).
Love present in pride is built at the cost of more authentic loves. To love the country we were born in, or to be proud of what we have done can be rather reducing and a form of ignorance.
Yes. Pride is ignorance, or a cause of ignorance. Pride can blind us: those who feel proud of their deeds, beauty, intelligence or physical strength, are ignoring the other side of reality, valuing excessively transitory things of our lives, forgetting our inner condition of modest and humble beings. Pride is an expression of vanity, and vanity blinds us towards the fundamentals of our existential condition. Pride is to pretend to be more than what we really are, or what things we value are.
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