We men start to realize that most people around are shit. We reflect on ourselves and realize we’re shit too and a part of the problem. We entomb ourselves in hopes of escaping a world of pain and disappointment, only to realize we’ve locked ourselves in a cage with the person we hate the most. We refuse to get to the root of our pain and isolation from the fear of vulnerability. Society has taught us that to be vulnerable as a man is to be weak and feminine. We crave companionship outside of our relationships with our significant others but were afraid that garnering friendships with other men will lead our women to stray from us in preference for our new male companion. We don’t want to be hurt by both our significant other and our potential friend, so we distance ourselves as a defense mechanism. We end up back in our cage, alone, wishing for a change. But it won’t happen as we’re paralyzed by the fear of having to start over. Having to navigate that treacherous sea of society again, being thrashed against its sharp rocks while disparity clinging for anything securely anchored for a brief respite. Our souls in constant anguish while we try to hold on for dear life, until we finally let go and allow ourselves to be consumed by the dark relentless tempest, catching us and swirling us in disarray towards its lowest depths.

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