Hakuna Matata...?

Sometimes I fear myself. I believe everyone has an immense amount of beauty and strength secreted in their soul, but don't try hard enough to disinter it. When I find myself fighting the vigorous currents of the world, and becoming stronger, I tend to step back down. And it's all attributed to me being critical of myself. I tell Allie that she isn't good enough. That she can not possibly become any stronger. I tell her she should back off now, before something or someone else pushes her down, because the fall will hurt a lot less.This encumbrance often seems to be esoteric. When I look around, my eyes strictly see people who have it all together and think nothing of their flaws. I don't seek for pity, just empathy. If only a small amount of self-abnegation was to be abated, it would suffice, because right now I feel like I can't hold my head above its crashing waves. On the other hand, it's inevitable that a good day will find its way into my life sometime soon... :] ahh the circle of life.