Please allow me to despise myself

For the first time, it was humbled when it could have been enterprising;
The second time, when it is empty, it is filled with love;
The third time, it was easy to choose between difficulty and ease;
Fourth, it made a mistake, but comforted himself by making mistakes by others.
For the fifth time, it is free and weak, but it is regarded as the tenacity of life;
Sixth, when it scorned an ugly face, it did not know that it was just one of the masks in itself;
The seventh time, it is sideways in the life of the sludge, though not willing, but dauntless.
"I used to despise my soul seven times" - Gibran