When did we as men become ruled by our emotions? When did we begin to act in secrecy and as double-agents to others like us?
We should be able to talk as men do: aloud and to the point. There are men out there that think according only to themselves, and act as such, too. They are different than us. They are not us, nor who we should aspire to. Other men know that they always can be the former, but each day also think of others and act with the restraint - or the passion - that comes from doing so.
So some people say "Nice guys finish last." Yet, I've said it before and I'll say it again: we are the only ones even in the race; and I won't stop until I die.
Will be working on this thought for it a bit..
