Where do we find humility?

Rumi's poem "The Fragile Vial" may have the answer.
 
A True Man stares at his old shoes and sheepskin jacket. 
Everyday he goes up to his attic to look at his work-shoes and worn-out coat.
This is his wisdom, to remember his original clay
and not get drunk with ego and arrogance.

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