manhood; journal, July 20, 2014
All I’ve learned so far from this crazy mess we’re all in is that, on the crux of manhood, we young men become strong by learning to fight against darkness. Darkness falls when we choose to love the wrong person. Night comes when we let the fire of love consume us. The silence is here when we become ash.
When you are ash, there is no more light, only the grey residual dust and the taste of iron and hot air.
We young men act as if we wear our brands with pride when in actuality we conceal them better than you’ll ever know. We young men, we hide our scars, the self-inflicted ones, we shield them and place them where no one can ever see. And when we choose to show them—this is how a comrade is born. He will fight your battle just as much as he will fight his own.
I hope that we become men when we choose to love the right things, the right people. I wonder what we will be fighting against then.
I hope we become men soon.