Self-Actualization

I'm nearly there, the summit is in sight. 
The bonds of the world are releasing their grip. 
I've stepped out of the mold and into the flux, 
Catatonic despair thawed by a rediscovery of youth. 
Let the journey continue, let the path be easier, 
Chisel these obstacles with a calculated strength, 
Refined by the adjustments delayed, in no hurry 
To reach the promised peak. 
 
Shed these few remaining layers of insecurities, 
Phobias shelled by the illusions of comfort, ambitions hardened 
By years of effort, the compromise made when sacrificing 
Self-preservation for the convenience of others. 
 
I am less concerned with their thoughts, but still care. 
I am less motivated by perfection, but still strive. 
I am less introverted, but still draw isolation. 
I am less incensed by the passions, but still burn with control. 
I am less me, more you, less us, more them, 
Less individual, more universal.