translation (roughly):
[my] reason for living.
life changes. things in life change. reasons change. i know it's possible to lose sight of such things. but when reasons change from old to new, is it possible to be suspended between the two and feel no reason at all? and say this suspension between reasons (or lack thereof) resides, does it mean that you've gone completely daft?
or perhaps you don't like either reason, new or old, then what? you're either told A) tough luck and deal with it or B) tough it up and do something about it and change. but one thing i've noticed about option B is that we don't have as much control in life as we may want. but more often than not, we're told we do have this control. that in the end we only have ourselves, whether that may be to help or to blame. and if this is the case, then why is that we constantly seek out advice or approval among others?
so many times in life we're given such daunting tasks and decisions. you keep track on the scoreboard in the back of your mind, (life)3,486:21(you). soon enough that little bottle inside you starts to fizzle over and burst and all you're left with is yourself and a big mess. and what happens next? you clean it up, but where do you put everything? back in the bottle.
all your decisions in life are refereed on the sidelines by a mirror image of yourself. i say mirror because you hardly ever do what you should've done and in turn almost always commit to the opposite. perhaps that's life. hardly a reason, but life.
well i'm tired of creating reasons for my decisions or thoughts, whether worthy (or not worthy) enough. something i've heard now and again is a saying 'there's beauty in the breakdown'...or is it 'let down'?? hm...either way, there's beauty all around us, and yes even in failure. i suppose this is mine. but i'm willing to accept the fact that i just can't deal sometimes. i'm allowing myself to be broken and just be broken without looking to someone (or myself) to help pick up the pieces. i'm throwing my hands up to Him and having enough faith to walk down this part of my path blindfolded.
i don't care to see the scenery of this part anyway.
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Posted by k at 9:45 PM 0 comments
Amen
"questioning the western worlds rite of passage to manhood
what is a man? what makes a human male what one would define as a man?
i am currently reading a book called 'fire in the belly' by sam keen and it is the best physiological book on masculinity i have ever read. western society says that you can become a man by joining a fraternity, getting a letter in sports, having sex with multiple partners, being rugged & tough, never showing your feelings, drinking a lot, having lots of money, working hard, swearing, never crying, etc. but do these actions prove that one is a man?
i read a book called wild at heart and did not enjoy or relate to it at all. it made a list of traits that 'real men' possess and a list of what the common male can do but is somehow is categorized in a type of sub-man. the real men liked camping and auto repair, while the un masculine male knew how to install a computer program and program a DVD player. i honestly don't feel by buying a motorcycle that i am more 'manly' and i sure don't feel that it is likely to give me any more testosterone.
"the information necessary to create a male is encoded in our DNA, but it takes all the institutions of a culture to produce a man. The male body is the biologically given hardware, the myth that manhood is the software inserted by society through a series of formal and informal rites of passage."
-sandor mcnab
as boys we are taught in order to reach manhood we must repress compassion, guilt, and the sense of fear. the propaganda we are constantly bludgeoned with states that if we do not become dominant, sadistic, and cruel then we have not yet reached manhood.
but in our pursuit of manhood we have lost the sense of family and replaced it with the pursuit of power, greed, and money.
before world war I the average man would spend 4 hours with his children a day. between world war I and world war II it was reduced to 2 hours a day. post world war II it is now down to a 20 minute average a day the average working man spends with his children a day. what has been gained is the warped sense of "manhood" what has been lost is the relationships with his children. in turn the fathers silently are teaching their young boys that this is the way of the man. to much time spent at home, or investing into children's lives can be seen from the outside as lazy and in turn un-manly, since the sense of work satisfaction is the identity of the modern male.
in light of this men like rena cassin, who won the nobel peace prize in 1968, would not be 'man' at all. he was known for being a fragile man and a quiet speaker, unlike the extraverted, tough exterior expected by western culture. he set up the french ferderation for disabled war veterans and accepted the office of vice president of the hig council so he could work hands on with the childern orphaned by the war.
to me this was a man.
to me character, ethics, and social responsibility should be the point to which all men should be judged by.
"a man is measured by the expanse of the moral horizon he chooses to inhabit."
-sandor mcnab
i believe it is what we stand for and what we are willing to die for that makes us a man, not by the size of engine in his mode of transportation or ammount of alcohol he can consume before we are out of control.
i believe that it is what we do in secret that determines the character of the man, and it is character that is imperative and not the depth of his voice, or the ammount of women he can seduce.
i believe it is a males self control and self sacrifice that should be the western worlds rite of passage to manhood and not his social irresponsibility in front of peers that is the true test.
i am now questioning the western worlds rite of passage to manhood, and one day hope to instill character, ethics, social responsibility, and a sense of family in all my little boys; because those are the substance of a man."
-Esteban
Posted by k at 9:42 PM 0 comments