The antidote to pride is of course humility and the fruit of humility is gratitude. Expressing such gratitude, G. K. Chesterton, in a poem titled “Evening,” writes:
Here dies another day
During which I have had eyes, ears, hands
And the great world round me;
And with tomorrow begins another.
Why am I allowed two?
Chesterton knows that he is not the creator of his eyes, ears, hands or “the great world” around him. More so, he is not the creator of today, tomorrow, or indeed himself. None of these were his to give, but they were his to receive.
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