I still think if I had done something differently --- if had been something different-- none of this would have happened.
But first let's state for the record that THOSE are two different things entirely.
The doing
And the being.
The being, well. Not so much. I don't think I could be different. By and large because of the "trying to be" that I've been doing all my life.
But the doing. Well, then there is that.
What have I done?
I came to Concord to be alone, to be myself. But the act of doing what feels most like my being meant doing something unspeakable.
I've said I'm sorry. To the dog, the wall, the air, the priest, to them.
It's not the being. Or the saying. That doesn't matter.
It's the doing.
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