I have got to make myself look on that with different eyes, to make the world look on it with different eyes, to make God look on it with different eyes.

This I cannot do by ignoring it, or slighting it, or praising it, or denying it.

It is only to be done fully by accepting it as an inevitable part of the evolution of my life and character: by bowing my head to everything that I have suffered.
How far I am away from the true temper of soul, this letter in its changing, uncertain moods, its scorn and bitterness, its aspirations and its failures to realise those aspirations shows you quite clearly.

But do not forget in what a terrible school I am setting at my task.

And incomplete, imperfect, as I am, yet from me you may have still much to gain.