Humility is perhaps the greatest virtue for someone with schizophrenia to have. What are your thoughts on this?
There is humility and there is door mat…Tough call sometimes.
If all humans were humble, there may be a chance for peace in this world.
You think that will ever happen?
If the ill have to live in the world, we have to deal with lying, manipulating, bad people sometimes.
Hopefully you never run into these types of people and you have a safe haven.
I agree that if you are too humble, people can treat the ill like a doormat.
I need more of the virtue of Humility.
I need to trust that God will take care of me and that I don’t have to pridefully think I can do it all on my own.
I mean humility in so far as not requiring the acceptance of others to accept yourself; being able to laugh at yourself while still maintaining healthy respect for yourself.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And - which is more - you’ll be a Man my son! - Rudyard Kipling
This is a great thread…and thanks for