So I was talking to a friend of mine the other day, and the topic came up of something that he did years ago, but that still weighs on his conscience. Personally, I thought it was a fairly minor thing even when it happened, and I put it to him (indirectly) that after all this time, surely it wasn’t significant at all any more.
His answer to that (paraphrased) was as follows:
“It was a time when I was being . . . less than what I know I’m capable of. It doesn’t matter if everyone else in the world has forgiven me; I’m just not ready to forgive myself yet.”
Candles & Curses 