It’s a beautiful night to be in the country, beneath open skies, the stars starting to pop out everywhere, an almost full moon rising between our two favorite trees, the apple tree and the birch. I feel close to nature here, I feel humble here.

Humility is a virtue, not a neurosis or flaw.

Humility sets me free to do what feels really good to me, it shows me my illusions and lies.  I practice a humility that shows me that I am broken and incomplete and flawed, but even so, I have an obligation, even an obsession to strive for the truth about myself.

Humility is a great motivator, it reminds me of how insignificant I am, yet never stops me from trying to be whole. Quite the opposite.

It is staggering to think about the very few things I know about the world when I think about it and the unfathomable number of things about which I know nothing. The sad thing about humility is that it can never be fully successful, fully realized.

The good thing about humility is that it keeps me trying.