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On Friday I took my bairn to feed the ducks at Hollyrood park. Just imagine his wee face as a mummy duck proudly swims by with 8 of the cutest, fluffiest lil ducklings you've ever seen! Knowing what it's like to be a proud new parent I make sure every single bit of bread gets chucked in their direction for a good feed. What happened next will haunt me forever. A flock of vicious seaguls spy the bread in the water and swoop down, stealing the grub from the ducklings. Nasty bastards, I think to my self. Just then the mammy duck goes absolutely. I look over to see two seagulls tearing a duckling clean in half. Another gull flys off with a baby duck. One bites off a newborn's head with one swoop. It's carnage. After only about a minute. Mummy duck, is left with no babies only a few soft, soft feathers to remember them by. I honestly think I saw her shed a tear. Seriously, the guilt is killing me. I had to get that off my chest.
When was the last time you felt guilty? Spill the beans.
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That's fuckin awful for your kid to see. But why feel guilty, you couldn't have imagined that was going to happen?
I feel guilty every day, when I think back on the wrong things I have done, things that I won't go into but left others in a worse position. I am not proud of some of the things I have done, or not done in some cases. But I have reached an accommodation with my conscience whereby I try to do better in the future (genuinely) and in return my conscience tells me that I am not really evil, just foolish at times and capable of bad decisions at others.