I’m in love with this sentence:
“The degree to which a person can grow is directly proportional to the amount of truth they can accept about themselves without running away.”
Women will never understand the simple joy men get from just existing.
A man can arrive in a new city, walk around for hours, explore random streets, observe people, and be completely fucking content.
Then a woman joins.
Now there needs to be an agenda.
Cafe. Restaurant. Shopping. Tourist spot. Photos.
Next location.
Something always has to be happening.
Meanwhile, a man can grab a good drink, sit in the town square for three hours, watch the world move around him, and think:
"Yeah. This is f*cking nice."
No itinerary. No entertainment. No destination.
Just existing without needing existence to entertain you.
Being a man is peaceful.