[FINAL Pt. III, But who are they?]
Who are they?
They are the ones who tell us to stay down, who revel in our complacency because they themselves haven’t been able to get out of it. They haven’t seen nor tried, and therefore, striving towards an excellence the Philosophers sing of, must be myth.
Learning to ride a bike, falling constantly. They are the hands that push us back down.
Guilt is a hand that lifts us up from that ground of failures, after alerting us with her sirens. Sirens so loud that not all is well.
Guilt, she’s a bridge to another step and stride - a better one.