I feel coming on a strange disease - humility.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I have a healthy amount of humility.
A disease and its treatment can be a series of humiliations, a chisel for humility.
My illness is excruciating and difficult to cope with. It takes over your entire life and causes more suffering than I can describe.
If I only had a little humility, I would be perfect.
There is something so biologically implausible that your attitude is going to cure a disease. There's a tremendous arrogance to imagine that your mind is all that powerful.
If I only had a little humility, I'd be perfect.
Thinking of disease constantly will intensify it. Feel always 'I am healthily in body and mind'.
The more I work with the body, keeping my assumptions in a temporary state of reservation, the more I appreciate and sympathize with a given disease. The body no longer appears as a sick or irrational demon, but as a process with its own inner logic and wisdom.
Humility is not my forte, and whenever I dwell for any length of time on my own shortcomings, they gradually begin to seem mild, harmless, rather engaging little things, not at all like the staring defects in other people's characters.
I'm coming from a place of total strength and humility now.