I am guilt ridden.  At a low but chronic level.  I find.  To my surprise.

It went undetected all my life.  Now I find it lurking there.  A sort of substratum.

Guilt about what?  About not doing enough.   Doing what?  It doesn't matter. Not specified.  The point is I should be doing.  Merely to be doing is the thing.

But:  here's the rub – no matter how much I do the guilt can never assuaged, sated.  It is always there saying 'don't stop'.

Is this common? Is this the Anglo-saxon 'original sin' thing?


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