Who are my enemies?

I recalled this morning that The Lord prepares a table for me in the presence of my enemies, but I’ve had so few of them that I had to ask myself who they were.

Yes, there are a few people who wronged me, but I have been so blessed with good people around me that I realized my worst enemy aside from the enemy of my soul is myself.

My enemies, like Cyrano de Bergerac, are my own greed, pride, and so on; as the playwright Rostand said:

“Cyrano: I can see him there—he grins—
He is looking at my nose—that skeleton
—What’s that you say? Hopeless?—Why, very well!—
But a man does not fight merely to win!
No—no—better to know one fights in vain!…
You there—Who are you? A hundred against one—
I know them now, my ancient enemies—
Falsehood!…There! There! Prejudice—Compromise—Cowardice—
What’s that? No! Surrender? No!
Never—never!…
Ah, you too, Vanity!
I knew you would overthrow me in the end—
No! I fight on! I fight on! I fight on!
Yes, all my laurels you have riven away
And all my roses; yet in spite of you,
There is one crown I bear away with me,
And to-night, when I enter before God,
My salute shall sweep all the stars away
From the blue threshold! One thing without stain,
Unspotted from the world, in spite of doom
Mine own!—
And that is…
Roxane: —That is…
Cyrano: My white plume….”

― Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac