a vicious cycle.

why is it that the general events of life tend to cycle through? i've found myself in so many situations where i stop and say, "hm. this looks familiar". the same struggles tend to resurface, similar feelings of hopelessness and often times apathy emerge, and in turn, similar consequences follow. i get through it once and i feel relieved because i think i've fixed the problem or overcome the hurdle for good but when it slowly creeps its way back, my world is flipped upside-down and things get a little blurry again. why do i keep messing up, why am i not up to par with the standards and expectations of others. this seems to be the easiest inlet for satan to tear me apart from the insides out. but in light of all this, in the midst of the repetitious falling and getting up, i know that my Father is with me and loves me for who i am. and quite frankly, that's all that matters.