Everything in civilization exists because a man decided to put it there. Men are natural builders, inventors, and problem solvers.
In a modern, feminized society, men have lost touch with their truth nature. Men have stopped building things. Factories are shut down, craftsmanship is dying out, and most of us work in white collar factory farms.
Think about the average corporate job. You sit in a cubicle or office. You shuffle paper. Most of what we do is “make-work.”
I could insert a bunch of quotes from Fight Club (a great book, by the way). But Fight Club’s theme is based on nihilism, which is for quitters and pussies. You’re mad at the world, are you? Since when does that make you tough? Every whiner and pussy throughout the history of time has been pissed off at the world.
Instead of going Fight Club and breaking shit, you need to build something. As a man, to remain sane you need a long-term, ongoing project that can be steadily improved.
This project can be anything. My projects have always been my body, my blogs, and a dog.
I was a fat kid with asthma growing up. I then got my black belt, boxed in a ring, and beat up pretty much everyone who looked at me sideways. I went from a bullied kid to someone that couldn’t even get local fights. By the time I was a freshman in high school, even seniors didn’t want to fuck with me. I could only get into fight when I went out of town, where no one knew my reputation.
Later in life, due to extreme injuries, I was unable to exercise. I got fat. Fixing my body was my project. I lost 80 pounds of fat. Then I started gaining muscle. This project is ongoing. I just started juicing, for example, in order to improve my vitality.
I’ll be in the gym when the next fucked-up thing happens to me. Tragedy is always around the corner. It’s just waiting to catch you slipping.
I’ve had a web presence since 1999, when I uploaded my articles on self-improvement to a Comcast server. (What I would do to find those articles….)
I’ve had blogs for about a decade. I start a blog, say what needs to be said, and move on. Progress often means saying goodbye.
I’ve also always trained a dog. People would always marvel at the tricks my dogs would perform. I could throw a tennis ball on the sidewalk. If it bounced into the road, my dog would stop, sit by the curb, and wait for me to retrieve the ball.
He would walk off leash on busy city sidewalks. Stop. Sit. Stay. He would wait for me to give him permission to continue walking.
“How can your dog do that!?” My answer was like every answer I give at this blog, “Consistent hard work over a long period of time.” No one seemed interested in the logistics of dog training after hearing that answer.
Your projects may be different. Maybe it’s writing a shitty novel. Or rebuilding the car you when you were 16 but couldn’t afford. Or going after that girl you always wanted.
Your projects may be different, but you must have at least one. The project should be something that will last a long time.
The project should be something you can improve upon. You can always lift more weight, or lose a little more fat, or gain a little muscle, or decrease your resting heart rate, or dig deeper into yourself to write with honesty and without fear. You can always teach a dog – even an old one – a new trick.
You can build a business. You can work 100 hours a week building an empire. You can start a side hustle for some extra cash while working a corporate job.
You can work on building a lasting, trusting relationship with a loving woman.
OK, I kid.
Whatever the case, remaining sane in a fucked-up world requires you to create something. If you are not building something, then you are not a man.
What you build is up to you. But you have to get started…