Pride
I read an article today on the death of South Koreas last president. The long and short of it is that he was a first-rate politician, completely clean-cut and scandal free… until he retired. Come his retirement, he was prosecuted for several charges - mostly related to his family and money being invested overseas - and blame and shame surrounded his name.
So he jumped off a cliff.
Literally. He had one last cigarette with his bodyguard, wrote a note to his family apologising for being a ‘burden’ and requesting a small tombstone near to home, then… he dove to his death.
Can it really be that people place so much stake in their reputation? That their pride so control them to the point where they cannot live if they cannot be admired?
Surely there is more to life.
Pride… to lions it means family. To U2 it means dying in the name of love. It means integrity. It means virtuousness…
It shouldn’t mean life or death….
they say pride comes before a fall.
how apt.
