Hey guys,
remember how they say puberty's the most difficult period in a person's life?
Well, I thought so too. Fortunately, I've got puberty behind me, and for a while I was in this interim period where you think you've made it - you've come out of puberty alive, your blood is no longer boiling, your hormones are now permanently elevated (rather than being on a crazy roller coaster ride), the ground has stopped shaking and things look good. You're no longer a werewolf, you're just a wolf.
Ah, but then, a few years on, you realise puberty was pretty pleasant compared to what's coming next.
For it dawns on you:
I must now become a man. Oh, that sentence gives me the shivers.
YOU HAVE TO BECOME A MAN And I'm sure you all know what that means, and that it doesn't mean having hair on your chest (or no hair on your head) or being eligible to gamble and drink. It means you've got to go out there and play the grownup's game. You've got to be responsible, have integrity, fight the fight - for yourself, the people around you, and, eventually, for the family you started. No more fooling around. No time for playing games, running and jumping or picking daisies.
It's a second, bloodier and more strenuous puberty. And you can't just sit it out like puberty. It requires you to
do things, it requires your
active participation...or you'll never get out of it.
Ah,
manhood...What does that mean to you? Was it a rough ride for you, and did you manage to come out on the other side? And, how bruised were you?
Share your experiences, wisdoms and philosophies, and let's explore that subject...