Seven times have I despised my soul:
The first time when I saw her being meek that she might attain height.
The second time when I saw her limping before the crippled.
The third time when she was given to choose between the hard and the easy, and she chose the easy.
The fourth time when she committed a wrong, and comforted herself that others also commit wrong.
The fifth time when she forbore for weakness, and attributed her patience to strength.
The sixth time when she despised the ugliness of a face, and knew not that it was one of her own masks.
And the seventh time when she sang a song of praise, and deemed it a virtue.
Kahlil Gibran, Sand and Foam (1926)
Acrobat, Mark Chagall
Perfection is not for mere mortal
Stop being hard on yourself
Everyone make mistakes
And suffer grave consequences
You are your worst enemy
For you know too much
About your past transgression
And inability to seek absolution
By loving her unconditionally
Embrace her frailties
And seek divine mercy