Alright you’ve had your Red rage now it’s time to own your destiny…

I acknowledge the lies told to me by the culture I was raised in and the females that feed and clothed me. I acknowledge the dirty things done to me and who did it to me.

Now with that said. I push on.

Every man is responsible for his destiny.

The moment an adult female or a another man acknowledges a boy has become a man there is no going back.

As a man I am personally responsible for what I do and for what I allow people to do to me.

Being a man has nothing to do with how developed my brain is or what age I am. It’s a rite of passage.

The rite of passage is the passage out of childhood into manhood and the way back is burned away.

When a boy takes the rite of passage. He goes through a passage from being protected and cared for to owning his course in life and taking responsibility for his actions, his words and his own personal space and image.

It’s when I don’t look to somebody to give me something. It begins when I earn my pay, my respect and don’t allow any female of any age or asshole of any size to take back my manhood so that I can acknowledge respect them.

I was born in a time when the victimized male is a normal part of my society. I’ve been victimized myself as a boy and a adult. But, as a man…..

As a man. I brush it off. As a man I push on. My body was made to endure. I don’t live in the past I exist in the present. The history of men is that of men having to push themselves. Of men having to endure and struggle to achieve their goals.

Some died in wars. Some came home wounded and scared. Some lost the ability to use one half their bodies from a stroke but we endure or we die.

We wear our struggles like jackets or badages of our passages of manhood. The men we respect are the men that lose their leg from car accident and go to work six months or two weeks later because they have a family to feed.

The history of a man is the endurance and struggle to survive and to conquer our domain. We do not give into fear or the nightmares of our past. We acknowledge the past and examine it and get treatment or talk to a therapist but we can’t live it.

A man. A man lives in the present of his manhood and not in the memories of his boyhood.

In conclusion, I will leave with a quote I read as a child and remembered and understand now as a man.

“When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave up childish ways.” – 1 Corinthians 13:11

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

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