I am my own worst enemy.
I have visions of greatness, but wallow in mediocrity.
I have visions of nobility, but seem to glory in pettiness.
I have vision of holiness, but tend so easily to sin.
I am constantly reminded that nothing good naturally dwells in me.
I fail too often in the things that matter
and succeed in things of temporal value.
I belittle matters of importance
and ignore that which truly matters.
I look at all of this and wonder who is doing this.
And all I see is myself looking back at me.