Humility vs pride, love vs fear, energy vs matter

Being humble means feeling grateful for the gift of life, acknowledging how much we do not know and we cannot do, recognizing in others virtues and skills we can learn from and being able to be overwhelmed by the beauty and wonder of the quiet and simple things and creatures...ignoring the loud, aggressive and arrogant flows...

By being humble we feel, through the sense of being grateful-to-life,in "debt" with the universe we belong to, willing to give, to flow.. and so, escape the dark hole of time, space and matter... letting our true nature of energy and love flow, transcending space and time into the infinite and eternal dimensions of the energy we are...

On the contrary, being proud means feeling life itself is not enough for our happiness, pretending we know and understand what surrounds us and we are able to do what we wish, dismissing in others virtues and skills we despice, and ignoring the beauty and wonder of what is anonymous, simple, quiet... while worshiping and aiming at power, fame, glory and success above others..

By being proud we feel, through the sense of deserving more than we have or are, that the universe owes us a better fate ... and so we are trapped, in the dark hole of time, space and matter...forgetting our true nature of energy and love, ignoring the infinite and eternal dimensions of the energy we are..

What are the humbling experiences life grants us to grow in love? Realizing, often with humor, our many limitations, recognizing the virtues in those we yet not know or understand or even believe they are ignorant,wrong or perverse, discovering that all hierarchies are built on the falacy that some (proud) are superior to others (submissive),  feeling the beauty and wonder of the anonymous, simple, silent and ignored or forgotten beings, means and acts...as the gentle song of a bird, the innocent gaze of a child, the tender embrace and care of our weakening elders, simple and true kindness of the poor, the light of the stars and the colours of the sunset, the subtle wistle of the wind..