The Same Way You Think Things Could Be Better,It Could Have Been Worse. Be Grateful. For Once there's life there's hope ๐ฏ๐๐
Shubbzydplug.....โ๐
A man's worth is in his results. PERIOD
A man's worth is not in his feelings, his intentions, or the fucking participation trophies society hands out for being "vulnerable."
His body. His bank account. The loyalty of the woman beside him. The fear in the eyes of his enemies.
Everything else is noise.
Society wants you soft. It wants you compliant.
It wants you to talk about your trauma and cry in a circle so it can sell you therapy and antidepressants.
It wants to sedate the warrior inside you so you can be a better consumer, a more manageable cog in the machine.
The most dangerous truth is that your pain doesn't make you special. It's just fuel.
If you don't use it to forge yourself into a weapon, it will consume you. It will turn you into one of these hollowed-out ghosts who complains about "toxic masculinity" because he's terrified of his own shadow.
The universe doesn't care about your intentions. They only respect power.
And power is not given. It is taken.
It is taken in the gym when you'd rather be sleeping.
It is taken in the office when you'd rather be watching Netflix.
It is taken in the mirror when you confront the pathetic, weak man looking back at you and decide, today is the day he dies.
Most men are too terrified to even look.
They'd rather blame women, blame society, blame their fathers.
But the real enemy is the bitch in their own head that tells them they're enough.
You are not enough. And you never will be.
That constant, gnawing hunger is the only thing that will keep you alive.
The rest is just a slow, comfortable suicide.