On the Concept of Irony with Continual Reference to Socrates

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I should like, I suppose, to be forgiven. No, I definitely do; it's not a question at all. Because I do feel remorse, a great sinking remorse that at times consumes me. I want forgiveness for the choices that I've made, for wrongs I have committed. These are such things that I do and should feel guilty for and crave absolution for. But beyond that I even feel guilty for things beyond my control, which by definition I am not responsible for. We can only be responsible for such things are we have control over, that we make choices about. But I have been told that we cannot control our emotions; one cannot choose how one feels. A fact I had trouble accepting, which consequently lead to actions over which I did have control. And so I take responsibility from there. But oh how I tried; how I wanted it. More than anything. And I hate/d, loathe/d myself for the failure.

¿Puedes perdonarme algún día? Ya he padecido demasiado. He arrepentido; no puedo aguantar más de la vergüenza ni de la culpa. Perdóname. Perdóname. Perdóname.