Wouldn't it be nice to just start all over again, and embark on a new life.
Just restart the computer, or create a new email account; a new identity.
But it doesn't really work that way.
We could lock up the memories that we don't need or want and banish them from our minds forever. But there will come a time when they would break free and come back, twice as heavy the burden.
A new name, a new person, but deep down no matter how many new identities we create, or try to imitate or conform to, we will still be the same person, at the end of the day.
And so we live on, day by day, to perish at the end of the day just so we awake alive at the beginning of the next. To do as much good as we can, during the day, because of the bad that we did the day before. Or the week. Or the month. Or the year.
Despite being assured of our salvation.
Guilt.
