If a person is born, he must at least live his life in such a way that he is less ashamed. There can be no question of not being ashamed at all. There is definitely something to be ashamed of: you indulged your passions... Well, you don’t have Father Sergius in you - he didn’t spend the night in any way - you can’t cut off your finger for what you desired. Then you start to suffer: why did I need this? Kant has a wonderful note: urination is the only pleasure that leaves no reproaches. Everyone else... Got drunk. For what? Got drunk. For what? Love connections. Why did I need this? The pangs of conscience will haunt me until the end of my days, as will the understanding of my imperfection, although, on the other hand, this is a guarantee that I am still overcoming something in myself. And my family and my friends help me with this. As I get older, it turns out that there is nothing higher than the ancient commandments. But the experience of these common truths cannot be conveyed; you must come to it yourself, and no one will help you with this. It turns out that you need to live with dignity - not before God, as we know, there is no God - before yourself, before your conscience. Don’t be mean, don’t indulge in ambition... Little meanness, some very insignificant, which, it would seem, no one will ever know about in their life... But there is a relay that works: don’t! There is nothing tricky or sophisticated in this mechanism, just a click: no need. And only.