The measure of our freedom is the measure of our ability to give love. It is our inner shackles that take away all our love from us and make us hungry and thirsty for love of others. There in man becomes a slave to the world of tempting objects and charming beings.
In spite of all our best efforts we may slip now and then. But that need not worry us. We are imperfect ones trying our best to gain perfection. Let every slip in us be an education for us. Let us grow expand ultimately to improve to shine out.
Let our present actions atone for our past mistakes.
Be honest to yourself, to your convictions. Let the world bark: the world around you will never remain silent.