Don’t want anything. Don’t regret anything.
If I knew myself to the innermost point of my being, I would not second-guess myself, doubt myself, criticize myself, improve myself, compare myself or forgive myself. And I would never ever apologize.
Self-criticism is the inner equivalent of repeatedly striking my head with a mallet.
Guilt is an attack on the self by the self. It splits us.
The man who is chronically angry and who habitually berates himself because of that is not merely a man—he’s a civil war.