If time washes all things away, then our mistakes aren’t eternal. Our fears, our embarrassments, and even our successes - none of them define us forever.

Stoicism isn’t about suppressing emotion. It’s about channeling it. Taking ownership. Being accountable without bitterness. That’s what this quote offers. Not guilt for its own sake - but a sober, defiant refusal to pass the burden off.

Is faith merely acceptance, or is it a confrontation with suffering? Is it possible for truth and love to coexist without destroying one another?