There is a small book here, in French called “Nasty Stories about Great Men”.
Of course we all have nasty stories that we wish no one to hear, but sooner or later, they will surface.
That’s why I permitted the publishing of my biography that’s not yet in English but is in Portuguese and Spanish.
So – you cannot hide – and what would you say to your children that you don’t dare to say now? What will they discover after you die?
I invite you to share this in the blog – either anonymously or with your real name. This way we can see that our vices are not that bad and that we are not the only ones with these flaws.
We can then see these defaults as qualities because we survived. We are warriors of light that even against all odds are able to follow our paths without surrendering to guilt.
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Let me quote Maulana Rumi,
“It doesn’t matter that you have broken your vow
a thousand times.Still come,and yet again come.”
Nasty/guilt/sinful/wrongdoings…the more i growing up in years, i am coming to this realization…its good to learn from our “mistakes”… and find love. To me, our so called sinful acts were a misguided attempt at finding love.
I look at the bigger picture.
Please ponder.
Shameful acts? The old problem of consciousness.
Dogs defecate in front of us and not feel ashamed.
And then everyone has masturbated? Of course I’ll never say it in a dining table with ten people.
My actions were shameful over a period of decline than anything else.
For several years I was a cocaine addict (I started at fourteen), and came to be admitted to a clinic for drug addicts.
Today I am adept at philosophical system of Epicurus, but unlike Epicurus, today I believe in God.
In the tired old decadent hedonism in which I lived.
“Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law”
Today I seek pleasure, but pleasure moderate. (I’m one of those people who either do everything or do nothing, so I prefer the pleasure moderate)
The pleasure that I look for is a good book, take a glass of wine, sharing good times with my girlfriend, look at nature. The simplest of pleasures.
I did some things I’m really ashamed of. A really pathetic fashion show when I was convinced I wanted to be a model!! What was I thinking!! It still bothers me eventhough its been so long. The men whom I shouldn’t have allowed anywhere close to me, the people whom I let treat me badly. Paulo you give me courage, faith and hope. I love you for being you. My heart is stronger & braver b’cuz you fought the good fight and won!!
My true dream is to be a writer. I am fighting the good fight, And I know I will be there. I will live my dreams. Ever since I was young I knew I wanted to be a writer and a dancer, and I was naturally inclined towards both, but since I came from a great business family I thought, I had to follow in their footsteps.
Well needless to say that led to a lot of disappointment, but you know what every failure, when I stepped past it with courage brought me closer and closer to myself! To who I really am!
nuestros pecados son errores cometidos durante nuestra vida.Estos van a servir para ayuda en el futuro de nuestros hijos o amigos porque tendremos como ampliar un consejo porque nosotros hemos vivido y sufrido por los pecados cometidos y no quisièramos que lo mismo les suceda a nuestros seres queridos
my need for attention. my need for love. My need for novelty and passion has led me to several “emotional” affairs that have ended badly with my heart getting caught up….my co dependence..my need to help other people with their problems.
Thank you again for your book!
OMG! Mr.Coelho do you really want to know?
The lies I told, the romance I had with my best friend’s husband, the drugs….I think that is my limit of telling on myself…
With love,
Barbara
The guilt, that I was hiding for my self,I’m sorry i could not discuss publicly. Because, even my self I could’nt understand it, but I’m glad it was never happened. But I still remember and clearly how the devil comes on your mind…in one second’s you can be defeated…I couldn’t not speak anymore, eventhen , I was in medication, but it feels like nothing help me anymore…Everytime they change my medicine it works for a while but then, I’m back the same feelings again and again.Until, one and half year, I got my new medicine. ( to be cont.)
My grandparents met in a camp during WWII in Poland. He was already married, had a son. But they ‘married’ at the camp and went the war ended, moved to a new country. their marriage was turbulent and she often left the family for weeks at a time. I’m sure these ‘secrets’ were very shameful then, and i wasn’t told any of this until after they both passed away. I found it fascinating not shameful to know my family lived such passionate lives. yes, not calm, and likely not very happy. But they felt strong emotions and it makes me admire and i suppose romanticize them :-). Another shameful secret was that he didn’t shoot at the enemy during the war…he faked it, and shot high. I suppose this would have been a shameful act to be caught in, however, i find it brings me more knowlegde of his heart. Saying all this…I would in incrediabyll shamed for my own grandchildren (in the future of course, as my kids are still little) to hear about the shameful thing si myself have done. I hope their is no-one to tell them the secrest! Or maybe…to them it will be exciting. Who really knows. I try hard to pass these days…they would likely think it all a lie anyhow.
I lied about having cancer. I lied about being divorced. I lied about not being with the other woman. I lied in pursuit of my sexual desire and need for confidence.
penso che rinnegare il passato non serva, laddove abbiamo ricordi poco piacevoli.Non credo nelle persone che vedono il proprio modo di fare il piu’giusto.Non credo nei consigli dati senza aver vissuto la medesima situazione.Credo piuttosto nel vivere accettando anche le sconfitte,credo nel ruolo che riveste il cammino che ogni essere compie e solo nelle conclusioni obiettive tratte,.Credo che ogni essere ha da insegnare,proprio perche’ogni percorso di vita e’ diverso.Credo che nel perdonarsi, accettandosi come dei deboli e non necessariamente forti,aiuti ognuno a vedere prima la soluzione o il cambiamento che avviene in noi.Il cammino comprende diverse mutazioni o rinascite nel migliorarsi,non possiamo pensare di rimanere radicati a quello che si e’ stati,il passato serve per farci vivere meglio il presente,non per torturarsi,altrimenti non avrebbe senso vivere.
This shameful act happened more than 30 years ago. I was a student then. On a date I felt unwell and my boyfriend offered me a tablet. I took it and during the evening I fell asleep/passed out. Later I discovered that I was pregnant. We had heavy patting session, but never sex. Nobody believed me and I was forced to marry him. I discovered that he needed somebody to pay for his studies and by marrying me he hoped that my father would do it. My father refused and my husband left when I was 3 months pregnant, never to return. I raised my child by myself and my child will never know this. My son is the biggest love in my life. Thanks for giving me a place to tell this story.
I dont know am i excactly ashamed or sinful? I feel & reponded someone’s love ( to whome i am not married ) from core of my heart ..
I think that sins and guilt are part of the life itself. goods and bad stories are unavoidable because we are just human beings, not angels!
For me, in case I will have a person to tell my sins, it won’t be as confession but it would be as kind of teaching that person a lesson in life, may be he/she can avoid!
Whatever that sin was, there should be kind of forgiveness in our hearts, and the first thing is we have to forgive ourselves , so we can go on. Sure try not to repeat the same nasty story again!
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