I pride, In many things. Little and big. Existing and imaginary. Useful and unnecessary. Almost ubiquitously.
I take pride in my mind, most of all. In the many wonders it brings me. It lets me wave at the voyagers that zip by as I swim, weightless and cold in the eternal stardust of would bes.
It lets me simmer in the memory of a younger day. Of all the loves loved and the ones lost I pride the ones that never gave way. Like old paintings stowed away deeply fragments, moving, ageing effortlessly.
I take pride in the fact that I have one true friend and not many. I don't know why I take pride in it though I would understand culling a herd, if I had any.
I take pride in a soul that has learnt to love so deeply. Deeper than the rivers of the world and tumultuous as the sea I take pride in my dog, sitting when I command it. I take pride in the fact that, At least he understands it.
I take pride in the words that I think and regret the ones I don't.
I take pride in understanding the existence of truth and its relentless need to run and hide away.
I take pride in my people and in their endless rebellion against sanity. I take pride in their manic displays of affection despite their distaste for the same affectations. I take pride in their synchronized entropy, beautiful, much like the death of a galaxy.
I take pride in the songs I hear, the sonnets of love and despair. of first discoveries, and fevered dreams. Of Kings and conquerors and knights against the regime. Of their legends that soar and rise and go beyond where the grave lies.
I take pride in the mirror. Though broken and shattered beyond repair it bestows me with honesty about the one that I care.
I take pride in all these aberrations, in these tiny little manipulations.
These effervescent little marionettes forever dancing within constellations.