"THE TEST OF A MAN"
"Nothing is coincidence; it is DIVINE." ~Veela aka Venus
“ The Test of a Man”
I am constantly frustrated by many of my fellow male brethren. Some seem to have these arbitrary and spurious definitions of what makes a man. It seems that many think manhood is defined by how they either consciously, unconsciously, or subconsciously diminish others, especially women. To them, they can only be men if they somehow stand above or on top of someone else. I see it as the opposite. This defines the insecure and weak man. Really, it defines the boy who knows not yet how to become a man. I have always loved this poem and It runs through the background of everything I do as a man in this world:
The test of man is the fight that he makes.
The grit that he daily shows.
The way that he stands upon his feet.
And takes life’s numerous bumps and blows.
A coward can smile,
When there’s not to fear.
And nothing, his progress bars.
But it takes a man to stand and cheer.
While the other fellow stars.
It isn’t the victory after all,
But, the fight that a brother makes.
A man when driven against the wall,
takes the blows of fate.
With his head held high.
Bleeding, bruised, and pale!!
Is the man who will win, fate defied,
For he isn’t afraid to fail.
To me, this tells of a confident and substantive man. One who does not need to diminish to stand. One that see success not in the level of heights that he could achieve above anyone else but in the level of how much good and progress he can help produce in the world. A real man must have the capacity to cry about something he cares deeply about or because of how deeply he loves. A man strives to show respect and honor for all those that he encounters. A real man takes responsibility for his actions whether they lead to happiness or pain. A real man bears the weight of all in his life and strives to lift it to greater heights. It is about respect. It is about dignity. It is about integrity. Most of all, it is about having and being proud of his capacity to love. Because without that capacity, he might as well still be crawling. His capacity to love is what makes a man stand. Otherwise, he will forever be on his hands and knees. He will forever just be a boy that is unable to carry any weight.