You live your life and have made it fit a mould. You could say a cocoon.
When did you last change your mind, attuned to whom you yearn to be and shatter your mould? Crack the cocoon and fly free, like the beautiful butterfly.
Try accepting you’ve never had original sin at birth. That was a ploy to suppress and keep you part of this mould. The idea was to reinforce the cocoon during childhood too. Go on …break the mould and shed the cocoon and fly.