Guilt

Let’s talk about guilt this time. Guilt with the big G.

What is guilt? when do you feel the most guilty and why?

Who is the devil behind?

Is it after cheating on your loved one? or after craving 20 cakes plus chips? or not achieving the goal which you really really believe in and work hard on it?

Is it only some chemical reaction in your brain?

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Guilt is an emotion that occurs when a person believes that they have violated a moral standard that they themselves believe in.

-wikipedia

In French, “guilt” is “la culpabilité”, which descends from the Latin concept of fault (culpa). The concept of culpability is intimately tied up with notion of freedom and free will. In explanations and predictions of human action and inaction, “la culpabilité” is a measure of the degree to which a person, can be held morally or legally responsible.

Culpability marks the dividing line between moral evil, like murder, for which someone may be held responsible and natural evil, like earthquakes, for which no one can be held responsible.

-wikipedia

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Therefore, it’s a “point-to-yourself-kind-of-blame”, yet YOU are the one who make the consequence and YOU know exactly what’s going to happen before the action. If so, why on the earth YOU could not avoiding it happens, just say to yourself “hey I’m not gonna do this”. No one likes to feel miserable, don’t we?

One of my favorite rappers Eminem wrote a song called “Guilty Conscience”, about the conversation a boy named Eddie has between himself and his self-conscience before robbing a liquor store.

           {Meet Eddie, twenty-three years old

Fed up with life and the way things are going
He decides to rob a liquor store
But on his way in, he has a sudden change of heart
And suddenly, his conscience comes into play}

Alright, stop!
(Huh?)
Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store
And try to get money out the drawer
You better think of the consequence
(But who are you?)
I’m your motherfuckin’ conscience
That’s nonsense
Go in and gaffe the money and run to one of your aunt’s cribs
And borrow a damn dress and one of her blonde wigs
Tell her you need a place to stay
You’ll be safe for days

if you shave your legs with Renee’s razor blades

Yeah, but if it all goes through like it’s supposed to
The whole neighborhood knows you and they’ll expose you
Think about it before you walk in the door first
Look at the store clerk, she’s older than George Burns
Fuck that! Do that shit, shoot that bitch
Can you afford to blow this shit? Are you that rich?
Why you give a fuck if she dies? Are you that bitch?
Do you really think she gives a fuck if you have kids?

Man, don’t do it, it’s not worth it to risk it
(You’re right)
Not over this shit
(Stop!)
Drop the biscuit
(I will)
Don’t even listen to Slim yo, he’s bad for you
You know what Dre I don’t like your attitude

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I have a confession. I craved into breads, whole-grain biscuits and nuts again few days before. This makes me feel sick and guilty. It’s not only about the weight, but the self-control and discipline.

Here I am, again, in a Health Hotel. A friend of my boyfriend is running the hotel. Since he went to Norway to advertise his hotel, we decided to be a guide for his guests over the weekend when he’s away. They are here for a detox programme, which I was in last year. During the programme, you only eat fruits, vegetables, and lots of teas to clean the body. Yet we’re not in the detox this time, I like the atomosphere here.

So this morning I took a yoga session, it was wonderful, breath, stretch, relax, focus, listen to the body and soul. I was a rabbit, an eagle, a camel, a butterfly, a lotus flower, a child, a hero, I was everything. I believe that practising yoga can really change one’s life. Not only it does good to the body also to the mind.

Meditate could be the solution to defeat guilt.

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The photos are from a New-Yokais photographer Ted Sabarese. The models are dressing the real-food that they craving for. 

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