One day you will ache for a season you are currently rushing through. You will look back like a man watching a ship vanish beyond the gray edge of the sea and realize the days you treated as obstacles were often the very days you would later give almost anything to enter again. That is the strange cruelty of time: it feels rather ordinary while it’s becoming sacred, like a bell tolling far off in the hills while everyone in the village keeps working as though nothing has changed.
This is why you must stop treating ordinary days like disposable things, as though they were scraps falling from the table of a better life that hasn’t yet arrived. Never despise the smallness of the life in front of you. I say that as a hypocrite that has lived long enough to experience the excruciating pain of doing just that.
The collapse of the father in our society has given rise to a new kind of man. He is untethered, untrained, unguarded, and wandering aimlessly through the wilderness. We have a generation of wayward sons who were raised by absent men and a mildewed society that decided to despise them, their heritage, and even their ancestors. They are the Bastards of Babylon, sons of a fallen kingdom, searching for a name, searching for purpose, searching for a path to walk on.
We must help them find their way back. Back to the ancient path our forefathers walked. Back to our history. Back to our heritage. Back to the heart and fire of our ancestors.
If we have learned anything over the last few decades as illegal migrants and foreign cultures have flooded our homelands in the West, it’s that we have a culture and a heritage worth fighting for.
The collapse of the father in our society has given rise to a new kind of man. He is untethered, untrained, unguarded, and wandering aimlessly through the wilderness. We have a generation of wayward sons who were raised by absent men and a mildewed society that decided to despise them, their heritage, and even their ancestors. They are the Bastards of Babylon, sons of a fallen kingdom, searching for a name, searching for purpose, searching for a path to walk on.
We must help them find their way back. Back to the ancient path our forefathers walked. Back to our history. Back to our heritage. Back to the heart and fire of our ancestors.
If we have learned anything over the last few decades as illegal migrants and foreign cultures have flooded our homelands in the West, it’s that we have a culture and a heritage worth fighting for.
There was a time when men looked to the horizon with fire in their hearts and adventure pouring forth from their souls. A time when they heard the call of the unknown and answered with the wind at their back. The great mountains were not high enough, the seas not vast enough, the wilderness not wild enough to keep them from carving their names into legend. To them, adventure was a necessity. It was the very essence of what it meant to be alive. They pushed the boundaries of what was known, setting sail into storm-ridden waters, scaling peaks that touched the heavens, and venturing into lands that whispered of danger and promise in equal measure.
Do you want to know a secret? These men didn’t fear failure. They feared the agony of never having tried. They embraced hardship as the price of glory, welcoming the unknown as a proving ground for the soul. The road was long, treacherous, and uncertain. But you know what? They would rather walk it blindly than kneel in the safety of remaining ordinary.
Most men imagine they will somehow rise heroically when catastrophe arrives, yet history, warfare, business, marriage, fatherhood, and spiritual life all testify to a far harsher reality: when pressure descends suddenly upon a man, he doesn’t just ascend magically into discipline, wisdom, or courage. He falls backward upon whatever foundations he spent years constructing quietly in ordinary life.
@brentlajeunesse Been working on one for two years now, “The Path of Kings: A Manual for the Unfinished Man”
It’s going to be epic. Hopefully release it by Christmas.
I hate to burst your bubble, but the world does not have much planned for your life. As a matter of fact, the world does not have anything meaningful planned for your life. The wealthy, the intelligent, the talented, love to monopolize human capital because that is how most of them view people. You are a means to an end on their chessboard.
They don’t want you to rise early. They don’t want you to maximize your time, energy, and focus outside of “working hours.” They don’t want you to develop the necessary skills that all but guarantee your success apart from them. They want you to believe that you are a member of their so-called “family,” a ridiculous euphemism corporately designed to trick you into believing they will never fire you the second the bottom line demands it, because, you know, “We are one big happy family!” You are “family,” until they decide to kick your ass to the curb. Simple as.
They want you to believe that your success is directly tied to their success. They want you to believe that it is only because of them that you are where you are in life, and without them, you simply wouldn’t make it very far. They don’t want you to create independence by pulling yourself out of financial slavery. They don’t want you working diligently to create more streams of income so you aren’t fully dependent on their paycheck. They want you fully dependent on them, and fearful that if you didn’t have them, you would be in a world of trouble. They want you playing in their game. They want you rising each morning serving their mission, their futures, their fortunes, their actual families, and their legacies.
I can literally feel the anger rising in my chest as I write this. Do you feel it in your chests, brothers? Now do something productive with that anger.
That sense of alienation and discontent should be dealt with inwardly. That was the point of the post. It wasn’t a call to blame “the wealthy, the intelligent, the talented” for your life. It was a call to stop waiting for the world to give your life meaning. Some people absolutely have a “fuck you I got mine” attitude. Fine. Let them. Build anyway.
@CaseyDoe8 “Conspiratorial” is doing a lot of work here. I don’t disagree that some folks build and some folks waste away. But that wasn’t my point. My point was simple: nobody is coming to give your life meaning. That’s on you.
@fingeringblacks You’re arguing with the opening line like it was a confession. It was the premise. Most people don’t literally believe “the world has a plan.” They live like it does.
That was the point.