Carrying a burden of guilt and inadequacy, you’re not going to be too happy. And where did you pick up that load? From a delusion that you are meant to be perfect.

If you were meant to be perfect, your soul would have remained in its heavenly womb. But no, here you are on earth, a divine soul that has infiltrated across the boundary of worlds, compressed itself into a body of meat and blood, wrestling each day with the biochemistry of an upright animal, struggling to bring some light into a cold and dark world, to squeeze even a single moment of pure goodness out of the beast
—for even one altruistic moment in an entire lifetime makes it all worthwhile.

From your every small victory, the world is transformed. The heavenly angels glow in admiration, for this is a feat even the highest of them could never achieve. G‑d Himself laughs and says, “See what my child has done with the world I have made! For this I brought the universe into being!”

Whatever good you’ve managed to squeeze out of your time on earth, discard your worries and cherish that. If the One who made you celebrates, so should you.