For as long as our remembered history, most men have carried the burden of aggression For a few, an innate drive towards violence, competition, and dominance, traits that have shaped the very course of human conflict. It has been a curse restrained by stoicism and counterbalanced by most women’s ability for softness, empathy and nurturing.
A strange and tragic pursuit is unfolding; women are trying to integrate those very traits that defined masculinity for so long thinking it is what men are.
Men are the quiet hum of suffering, emotions scarring their bodies and hardened by time. Men seek their value upon this world and sacrifice their whole lives for it, whether they find it or not. Sometimes forgetting why they ever cared at all, as society smiles back at the angered scream that comes when no one listens anymore. Or thriving in their small spaces, in a world that no longer sees the worth in what they quietly hold.
I may only speak from the experience of men. But I see a coldness that has now grown, overlooking the suffering humans have long carried, pushing them further into silence and isolation.
In the end, the real quest is not for equality in the narrow sense of sameness. It is for mutual respect, for symbiosis. Honoring the opposites as complementary forces.