When I look back upon my life
it's always with a sense of shame
I've always been the one to blame
As the reality of buying my own apartment and leaving the ancestral home (my parents may have moved out to a cottage in the country some years ago, it's still very much their place) has finally started to dawn upon me, I have been looking back on my life and not finding much to be pleased about.
Don't worry, I'm pleased about me now, I just feel a sadness for all the time I spent getting here. So when I look back upon my life, it really is with a sense of shame, what a shame that this person, who was me, but not quite me, felt she couldn't enjoy herself, blamed herself for the fact that she was depressed and didn't achieve what she could have. I haven't forgiven her for denying me the happiness and success that I could have had. There was nothing to forgive.
Confiteor Deo omnipotenti vobis
fratres quia peccavi nimis cogitatione, verbo, opere
et omissione. Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.
Shame (in the sense of "what a shame") and sin are both translated into Dutch as "zonde".