The hardest thing in life is to face our personal failures. I like to keep up an illusion of my innocence and perfection. Especially to my own mind where that battle rages. I do not like to hold direct responsibility for my life and my limitations. I think this is about that deep sense of not enough. I have fought the urge to succumb to not living enough, not being enough, not doing enough not accomplishing enough. As if there is an actual reality out there of my enoughness. To go with the flow comes with much resistance.
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