Nikolay's parents had taught him to be humble, to not brag about anything. They were convinced that pride was a mortal sin, so they never told him they were proud of him. Nikolay worked harder than anyone at school, he entered in the best university, just to hear his parents tell him they were proud of him, but that never happened. He knew he was the best in everything he did, still, downplaying compliments was so deep in his heart that he never took them, or accepted any award. Even after his parents were dead he continued being falsely humble. Because he couldn't accept he was successful, or he was good he spiraled down to depression. He started losing everything he had, not caring anymore, because what was the point of having anything if you couldn't be proud of your achievements? He finally disappeared from public life, and no one knew where he had gone.
One of his former employees recognized him on the street, one day. Nikolay was gathering stuff from the containers, dirty, barefoot, almost unrecognizable.
-Nikolay, is that you?
His stare was lost, but he seemed to recognize him. He only told him one thing before continuing his way.
-Always be proud of what you have done.
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