Initially wolves were meant to be wolves, and conformity and convenience transformed them into a more docile, therefore domestic, version of its former self. Enter: the dog. It was not that we domesticated the wolf, as the wolf assimilated us. See, it was the wolf who incurred the major shift and mutation, all you have to do is take a dog and compare it to the modern wolf, a slightly more watered-down replica of the ancestor from which all the dog species evolved. It was just as opportunistic of the wolf evolving to adapt, mimic and bond with the most lethal and successful predator in nature unlike no other specie. Dogs no longer roam and hunt, fight one another in order to strive; humans' perks included shelter, food and protection. That's a small price to pay for their loyalty and hunting skills which humans used to catch big prey, and for protection, like the German Shepherd. The modern dog may have shed the most vicious and predatory savage nature but kept some of that ferocity for the good fight. Modern dogs closest to the actual wolf are feistier, far more aggressive, up for hunting and protection. In this sense, the modern dog is an honorable wolf.
Human descendants of the past three generations, sometimes stemming from the seventies, have also taken an evolutionary quantum leap. They're in their twenties, some are college and high school graduates or their equivalent drop-outs, but they've managed to hold a job, many work full-time, give little home and spend lavishly on their lifestyle: snapshots on Instagram, fancy rides, clothes, and hanging out four nights a week. They were supposed to stay until graduating from college and then find a career and move out; others were supposed to find a place with a loved one and split rent in half, but why bother split your earnings in half with your other half if you can split yourself in all fours by staying at home with your parents or mom. This way, there's no need to forge an actual relationship, live in a perennial love affair of an everlasting era where adolescence, young adulthood and maturity all merge into one. It is the spiritual age of the slackers.
You'll think they're to blame solely for their lack of ambition. But they have evolved and known that the best years, as told by their own parents and all adults around, happen between the last years young adulthood and mid thirties, as if so much medicine and diet and exercise had added to the human age cycle another decade, where parents get to play washed-up austere roles. But by condoning these actions, parents are partners in crime; by not demanding more of their children, they're left with whatever is up to them. If you don't feel the right pressure, each day in and out, then you'll grow complacent, indifferent, settle for less than what is within reach, there to grasp. If it's the minimum effort you place on any endeavour, you will almost always get the same half-ass results. On the contrary, if you work out four times or more a week, it shows. If you save the most you can, not the least you should, your money will grow faster. You're more the minute your choices demand more of you. And so, if you can't find a place of your own, don't give the least you can. Always invest in your family, as you do with your friends; it's the key to a successful partnership, an ideal relationship; and it all emanates from an inner well. It's all related and it bottles down to how you relate to yourself. How much of yourself are you willing to sacrifice? How much are you're willing to conquer? How much are you able to give.
You can give in many ways, not just monetarily. You can give by helping others, and you can render your services and fulfill your duty by contributing in every way you can. You'll see it makes sense, and you will never go without; and you will never be missing.
Give more of yourself. Strategically, that is. Don't overwhelm yourself, dull your good intentions by dumping unwarranted gifts, unnecessary luxuries but bring around whatever is needed, whatever you use that has been provided for you. Don't let poverty walk into your home. Show your manliness by being the provider, as well as you play the role of protector. Pull your own weight. Devise a plan in which daily you give back. You can contribute by simply washing the dishes, taking the garbage out, buying some groceries, etc. Be like the dog, offer up your services if you want food and shelter in exchange.
You will either change, evolve adapt, or you'll perish. And by perish, I mean you will no longer have a support system at your feet to carry you along and you will have to fend for yourself. No, I'm throwing you out. You will know long before that ever happens, that it is only you who can throw yourself out. Sure, you'll have the same liberties, if not more; after all, you should be entitled to more if you're, in fact, giving more. You can still go out and come home late, no one demand an explanation. You'll get to bring your girlfriend here, and a friend on occasion, as you have always. You'll get a plate of food and some other goodies, like soap and toilet paper, items that unless we demand of you, you seem to think that these grow in trees.
Thus, you'll be helping your household, misery will never strike a home where everyone in it has staked themselves out to sustain. You'll see how prosperity reigns, how moods are eased, how smoothly things transition.
Masculinity is not about fronting. It's not about wearing expensive clothes and projecting a life that signals waste and fanfare, as if the truly evolved being had any material needs. We may have wants, but these aren't needs; and everything is dispensable and everyone is expendable. Be of use, not just another brat who leeches off their parental tit, grow a pair of diligent hands, a pair of arms open to embrace and flexed to action. Laziness rarely pays off; rent is due. Get off your high horse and start paying your dues. You'll still be able to wear Diesel, smell Dior, and not have to wash your own clothes, cook your own meals or clean around the house.
You can still get a hit off, first drink's on me.
You'll think they're to blame solely for their lack of ambition. But they have evolved and known that the best years, as told by their own parents and all adults around, happen between the last years young adulthood and mid thirties, as if so much medicine and diet and exercise had added to the human age cycle another decade, where parents get to play washed-up austere roles. But by condoning these actions, parents are partners in crime; by not demanding more of their children, they're left with whatever is up to them. If you don't feel the right pressure, each day in and out, then you'll grow complacent, indifferent, settle for less than what is within reach, there to grasp. If it's the minimum effort you place on any endeavour, you will almost always get the same half-ass results. On the contrary, if you work out four times or more a week, it shows. If you save the most you can, not the least you should, your money will grow faster. You're more the minute your choices demand more of you. And so, if you can't find a place of your own, don't give the least you can. Always invest in your family, as you do with your friends; it's the key to a successful partnership, an ideal relationship; and it all emanates from an inner well. It's all related and it bottles down to how you relate to yourself. How much of yourself are you willing to sacrifice? How much are you're willing to conquer? How much are you able to give.
You can give in many ways, not just monetarily. You can give by helping others, and you can render your services and fulfill your duty by contributing in every way you can. You'll see it makes sense, and you will never go without; and you will never be missing.
Give more of yourself. Strategically, that is. Don't overwhelm yourself, dull your good intentions by dumping unwarranted gifts, unnecessary luxuries but bring around whatever is needed, whatever you use that has been provided for you. Don't let poverty walk into your home. Show your manliness by being the provider, as well as you play the role of protector. Pull your own weight. Devise a plan in which daily you give back. You can contribute by simply washing the dishes, taking the garbage out, buying some groceries, etc. Be like the dog, offer up your services if you want food and shelter in exchange.
You will either change, evolve adapt, or you'll perish. And by perish, I mean you will no longer have a support system at your feet to carry you along and you will have to fend for yourself. No, I'm throwing you out. You will know long before that ever happens, that it is only you who can throw yourself out. Sure, you'll have the same liberties, if not more; after all, you should be entitled to more if you're, in fact, giving more. You can still go out and come home late, no one demand an explanation. You'll get to bring your girlfriend here, and a friend on occasion, as you have always. You'll get a plate of food and some other goodies, like soap and toilet paper, items that unless we demand of you, you seem to think that these grow in trees.
Thus, you'll be helping your household, misery will never strike a home where everyone in it has staked themselves out to sustain. You'll see how prosperity reigns, how moods are eased, how smoothly things transition.
Masculinity is not about fronting. It's not about wearing expensive clothes and projecting a life that signals waste and fanfare, as if the truly evolved being had any material needs. We may have wants, but these aren't needs; and everything is dispensable and everyone is expendable. Be of use, not just another brat who leeches off their parental tit, grow a pair of diligent hands, a pair of arms open to embrace and flexed to action. Laziness rarely pays off; rent is due. Get off your high horse and start paying your dues. You'll still be able to wear Diesel, smell Dior, and not have to wash your own clothes, cook your own meals or clean around the house.
You can still get a hit off, first drink's on me.
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