We dress up pride. We give it acceptable names, fancy names even; hard-headed, stubborn, strong-willed. We parade our dressed-up pride down the red carpet, praising it for it's pretty clothes, seeing a virtue instead of a vice.
Sometimes we dress down pride, giving it the humble clothing of a more vulnerable name, insecurity. We miss seeing pride, as it slips by us in its understated, quieter outfit. We adorn it as mask, a hoodie to hide our face, as we excuse the mistake of seeking our value in other's opinions of us.
Pride is assigning opinions to others, based solely upon my own ideas or feelings...
they love me,
they hate me,
they love me.....
Pride by any other name would smell as wretched, be it strong-willed or insecure. It is the smell that robs your peace, distracts you from your mission in life. To everyone it smell the same, the smell of self-absorption.
"For to God we are the fragrance of Christ among those who are being saved and among those who are perishing." 2 Corinthians 2:15 CSB