You Can't Fight A Battle You Don't

It Was Men Who Stopped Slavery. It Was Men Who Ran Up The Stairs In The Twin Towers To Rescue People. It Was Men Who Gave Up Their Seats On The Lifeboats Of The Titanic. Men Are Made To Take Risks And Live Passionately On Behalf Of Others.

He Is The Playfulness Of Creation, Scandal And Utter Goodness, The Generosity Of The Ocean And The Ferocity Of A Thunderstorm; He Is Cunning As A Snake And Gentle As A Whisper; The Gladness Of Sunshine And The Humility Of A Thirty-mile Walk By Foot On A Dirt Road.

We Abandon The Most Important Journey Of Our Lives When We Abandon Desire. We Leave Our Hearts By The Side Of The Road And Head Off In The Direction Of Fitting In, Getting By, Being Productive, What Have You. Whatever We Might Gain – Money, Position, The Approval Of Others, Or Just Absence Of The Discontent Self – It’s Not Worth It.

Desire, Both The Whispers And The Shouts, Is The Map We Have Been Given To Find The Only Life Worth Living.

Every Boy, In His Journey To Become A Man, Takes An Arrow In The Center Of His Heart, In The Place Of His Strength. Because The Wound Is Rarely Discussed And Even More Rarely Healed, Every Man Carries A Wound. And The Wound Is Nearly Always Given By His Father.