“I need help”
It’s very hard for us to accept that we need help.
We attach it to our pride, which stops us from seeking help from others.
And from books. From videos. From content. From life.
Pride makes us afraid.
It forces us to not learn.
It forces us to not ask.
It forces us to pretend that everything is in control.
But here is the reality.
Every time we ask for help, we learn.
Every time we say “I need help”, someone helps.
Pride has left more people alone, than loneliness ever will.
I needed to hear this right now. Thank you so much :)
What do you think feeds our pride? And why are we so attached to it?