Young Man

Young man, You are not your father’s mistakes and misfortunes

Nor are you his second chance at a better life

You are a clean slate, granted the free will to make choices you believe are in your best interest

You owe nothing to no man. Your only obligation is to your purpose

A purpose bigger than anything you can ever imagine

Designed to ensure you make a stellar impact in this world

Don’t think for a minute you are anything but worthy

Don’t think for a second you are anything but great

You are the strength and intelligence who built this world

And every piece of it is yours and your sons to claim

Young man, The woman is meant to be honored and cherished as the temple of life that birthed the first of all men

She is not a brothel for you to indulge your erotic desires and trample on her feelings

The woman is an Oasis, in your desert of possibilities

From whence you will drink from her the nourishment and wisdom you will need for this life

Young man, cry hard if you must and never feel ashamed to show hurt

For in a world of false pretenses, owning your pain is a virtue

But be tough and fearless in the face of adversity

For she can be relentlessly difficult, though she means you well

Love your brothers, and build them up to be their best selves

Honor your mother, with the love and care she so selflessly gave to you her whole life

If you must cheat, cheat death so you may live longer

If you must steal, steal the moments that remind you how lucky you are to be alive

If you must curse, curse the factions of society that want to pacify your manliness

And if you must lie, lie in the arms of the one you love for as many sunsets as you can

-GB