I hate it when someone hurts my pride, because then it reminds me that I have pride, and because of that, it reminds me of all my imperfections and the long, tiring road ahead of me.

To me, pride is the enemy of love. It's the enemy of all the relationships we hold dear in life. Most often then not, it makes us let go, but not let God. And in that sense... You let go with hate or indifference, but with the cost of leaving a bit of yourself behind. Someone who says "I don't care" about their problems, to me, already sounds emptier than someone who admits their hurts but perseveres. Only when you are humble and let go and let God can you truly come back to the comforting and warm freedom that is Jesus.

You'll for once look at your past enemies as friends again, or at least as respectful acquaintances. Not as enemies or complete strangers.

Forgiveness goes a long way. But pride stops it. But God can make a way--if you let Him.