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Most guys don't want to live on their own - they just don't know how to do it.

A person accustomed to comfort cannot live easily and die easily.

Trouble, comrades, we have a sense of ourselves. Maybe not everyone, but many. And in the Church especially. Here, recently advised at a lecture to girls to write out on a sheet of all their positive qualities and then look at it all. Then he writes one to Direct: "Father Andronicus, I can't. I've been taught that you can't think well of yourself." That's it. Curtain.
I stand in confession and understand that such a problem, if not all, then through one. Because they read smart books with an immature consciousness and listened to the "right" advice. And then come those to confession, who directly say "I'm bad/bad", and who it just lips between the words. Recently, in very difficult cases, I have to conduct a little dialogue with people in confession. And since the format of confession implies that you have no more than a minute or two for psychotherapy, you have to develop clear and effective formulations.
So, when the "bad" ones come to me, I usually have the next conversation with them. The reaction is usually typical, but for convenience I will tell you an example. A familiar girl in her twenties came to me recently for confession:
- Father, I'm bad (Christian, wife, daughter, man - need to be inserted)
I answer:
- Look, if there are two opinions on any issue, yours and the Lord God, then what opinion should we choose?
"Lord God," he says.
- That's nice. Tell me, does God have bad ones?
- Nope.
- So what are you?
Pause... Then slowly:
- Not bad...
- Not bad, but..?
*inexplibly mooing*
- Speak up...
She looks up and says,
- Good? - and roars. Satisfied so stands, joyful, and roars.
Because they stuck a man. Because she was ashamed of herself to say she was good.
And then you need to explain to a person that we are all good for God, but at times assholes. That is, we have problems, there are sins and mistakes, yes. But the Lord looks at us as beloved children. Stupid, with a jerk, but loved. And after such a realization that I am good for God, but I have problems, it is already possible to talk about some adequate spiritual life.
If you have just read this text, and you think that now "everything is clear", please do a favor. Sit in an empty room in the presence of God, and say out loud, "I am good. But jerk. Lord, have mercy on me, a sinner." And you will understand that in such a mood you want to repent, and pray, and live.
Good luck to all. And remember, you're good!

It is necessary to live in such a way that our conscience - for us did not have to be ashamed!

- Simbelmini. They always grew up on the graves of my ancestors... and now they cover my son's grave. Woe to me to live in these dark days... The young are dying, and the old are dying. And now I'm going to have to see the last days of a kind of...
- Theodred's death is not on your conscience.
- It is not for parents to bury their children.

There are a lot of condids who know how to make our lives better, but so few deputies who have done something to make us live better.

Cortez, Montezuma, Will the Sausage Prince - they all thought they wanted to live forever. But they already had something more valuable. Gertie was right. We value what we have only knowing that everything will end. This is what connects people to each other. Which gives them courage when they need to run at breakneck speed.

I would not want to stay to live as a guest on planet earth ... Stand near the graves, look around and maybe you will understand that we are alien on this planet ...

What if she's right and really worth living isn't just to stay intact? Suddenly there are things that are much more expensive?

- Right now you are as free as ever. You are independent from society, do you don't belong to him. Remember how much pressure it was before, despite the fact that you live in the woods. All around was important was how you dressed, how you look, how you pray, why not go to Church, how godly you are, why not married? And now you're a regular cat, and can just live. Is this not true freedom?

You're not alive and not dead, but you're blind - I know, I see it.
You sought neither the question nor the answer, you want a Golden cage.
You didn't ask, didn't lose, you didn't - you just looked at it.
Felt nothing and lived, and never even asked about it.
Oh, and you decided that the world is so grey, boring and small that make sense to live in it - no?
But it makes no sense not in it, it's not just you.

I don't want to live by the rules and think strange thoughts.
Freedom only begins when we die responsibility.
I don't want to live by the rules, burn the false truth,
Freedom only begins when you become driven.

Sometimes, watching people torture each other in marriage, constantly find out the relationship (in this case both spouses are normal, good people "do not like idlers and could live"), I want to shout, "Why are you torturing each other? Because earthly life is so short and fleeting, then, in old age, there will be nothing and remember only how to sort things out". More will delight each other, speak good words, praise. As Bulat Okudzhava: "Let's live around each other indulging, the more that life is so short". It is very important to learn how to have fun because you bring joy to another.

I have nothing against existential reflections, sometimes they are very necessary.
But don't you think life at all.
You do it to brighter living.
You do not run away from life's existential questions because a coward who can neither make up her mind.