Humility. The word annoys me. It puts me into the nothing. Into the unworthiness. Into ‘who do you think you are?!’ Humility is synonymous to: be nothing, don’t stand in the spotlight, do not get attention. Humility means: wait, it’s not your turn yet. Humility says to not want anything. Humility puts me like a little school girl on a wooden bench, bare legs, high socks, health shoes. Humility gives me two ponytails and a fringe. Humility gives me too big a schoolbag to carry.
Humility humiliates me.
Humility is good. They say. I don't think so. Not in the generally accepted interpretation of the word. That interpretation was directed to the greedy, the dictators, the materialists. But that interpretation keeps me small. It tells me that I don’t know anything. That I cannot know. It tells me to be humble, that is: to have no possessions, no success, no playing big.
I’m here to tell you that I am PLAYING BIG. For that is what I am. BIG. HUGE. GREAT. A GIANT. Invisible still. But a giant. Wait a little longer. Because when this giant steps from behind the curtains into the spotlights, something will change. Yes, I bring change. Big time.
Who do you think you are!?
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