Researchers generally regard so-called moral guilt, in the right amount, to be a good thing: A child who claims responsibility for knocking over a tower and tries to rebuild it is engaging in behavior that’s not only reparative but also prosocial.
We don’t have time. I’m terribly conscious of it. Every moment is gone as I notice it. In our old lives all we had was time — wasted time, long evenings, late mornings. But now: Isn’t it strange how time compresses, how you can be nostalgic for a thing even as you’re in the midst of it?