Pride

Pride! How many times there are things you know you want to do but yet you know you should not to?

Holding up the cell feeling lost I punch in the digits, missing you eagerly I hope to hear your voice.. looking at the appearance of your name blinking, reminds of what happened. Anger fills in fast pride holds me back soon enough. Quickly tapped on the red button before it connects to the network, I threw my cell off down the table. Grabbing onto myself I stared on far dreaded distant and dumb.

Pride always holds us from doing what we could have done that could have ease us from a lot of pain. Pride is also what that saves us from being a fool. Pride is also what push us down to the pool of regrets.