"Gamble everything for love,
if you're a true human being.

If not,
leave this gathering.

Half-heartedness doesn't reach
into majesty. You set out
to find God, but then you keep
stopping for long periods
at mean-spirited roadhouses."

I love this poem. And I take it to mean, "risk your very soul for love," and stop beating yourself up for having less than perfect outcomes, no matter how flawed the outcomes. You are a human being and it is your nature, and mine, to love imperfectly.

Do your best and ask no more of yourself and I believe you will discover the beauty you seek, perhaps in the one place you least expect to find it. In yourself.