Shame

There is nothing more disgusting than a man trying to justify his actions from a position of regret.

I see this everywhere.

A man looks at a woman because he likes what he sees. She notices — and suddenly he panics.
“Oh sorry, sorry… I didn’t mean to.”
Ashamed. Embarrassed.

Or worse — he somehow gets a date with her. She asks him honestly, “Did you talk to me because you want to make love to me?”
And instead of owning it, he recoils.
“No, of course not. I don’t want to make love to you. I’d never do such a thing.”

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Stop that. Immediately.

That reflex to deny, to justify, to apologize for what you want doesn’t come from morality. It comes from fear. Fear of someone else’s opinion. Fear of judgment. Fear of being exposed.

And a man ruled by fear will always betray himself and by definition his close ones.

This isn’t just about women. It’s about everything.

There should be no shame in you.
Shame for what, exactly?

For wanting something?
For trying?
For saying what you mean?
For acting with intent?

Do everything to the best of your ability.
Try — all the time.
Say what you mean and mean what you say.
Be honest.

And if you fucked up — fine.
Make it right.
Improve.
Keep moving.

No shame involved. Ever.

Shame is poison.
Internalized shame rots your soul quietly while you pretend you’re being “nice”, “polite” or “better.”

Stay true to yourself. Keep your head high.

If someone tries to shame you for your desires, your ambition, your honesty or for mistakes you already took responsibility for, discard the importance of their words immediately.

Their opinion only matters if you kneel to it.

I guarantee you, your life will improve the moment you stop apologizing for being who you are.

You do what you want to do.
You’re brave.
You take what’s yours.

You’re not fucking sorry.
You’re not ashamed of anything.

“I did what I thought was right at the time, and I’m not fucking sorry for it.”

That’s the posture.

Never let anyone shame you out of your nature.

-Yanni