The trouble with manhood, it’s selective and seemingly elusive. Contrary to misguided coasting, age has little impact on maturity. The masses of those striving to be more than our childhood has allowed, shout forth a collective Amen!   Nothing is more frustrating than coexisting, by obligation and often comparison, in proximity to the unaware.

To posses focus is to lose all which is meaningless. To a lot of males this is frightening. As creatures of habit, the meaningless has long sustained our sanity through the hoops we must jump in order to bring food to the table. In the same instance, the meaningless has derailed our created intent.

To the woods we run, to the fires we swarm, to the decisions we command. Still and vacant our voices remain. Boys will be boys for as long as we allow. Again, age is of no consequence.  To those barely alive depleting indecision yours is the greatest of all loss. Get out of our way.  A world is waiting to be taken by force but permitted only for the mature. The measure of a man is the degree by which his voice will reach without having to speak a word.  So, stand and speak!

Boy oh boy generation, man up!