the truth is in the sun.

There is truth in the sun… Unwavering truth that stands stoic in the face of man. Man faces truth. Yet we open our eyes to what we desire to see, we open our ears to what we desire to hear, and we tell ourselves what we desire to know. The truth is still there. It is still the truth.

Existence on this earth is short. A grain of sand within the desert, lost in the blowing wind. For if this life doesn’t matter; then everything does. Your life is a constant pursuit and battle to become who you want to be, and what you dream of achieving. But is this who YOU want to be? Or is it who society wants you to be. A 9–5 job, a house, a wife, kids. Living Monday through Friday yearning for a cold beer to be handed out on Saturday just so Sunday can be forgotten and the following week to be lost in the despair of what this world says you should be. Repeat that, 52 weeks a year and 60 some odd more years of that. Fuck that. Fuck the world. Fuck anyone, anything, from telling you what to do with your grain of sand.

The battle rages on in the mind. It is a constant war to prove to yourself that you want this, that you need to prove that you are tough, that you are the man that everyone around you thinks you are. You hide behind this façade, allowing everyone to think that you’re as solid as stone when most days you barely muster the discipline to be as such. These people do not see the battle, they do not understand the lifestyle that you have chosen for yourself. Giving every portion of your mind, body, and soul for something that you still don’t fully understand. This consumes you. You’re stuck in this path now.

Trained to not show emotion, told to show no weakness. Emotion is weakness. The truth is, emotion cannot be removed. It is constant. It does not fade; it rises and falls with the sun. In a community where such things are seen as evils, one becomes swallowed in war. War in the mind which tarnishes the body. Man will never rid emotion, and until he accepts that, the war will eat away at him through every hour of every day. Man is not tougher than any emotion, he will never defeat what he feels until he accepts it is him who feels.

This is the truth in the sun.

As unwavering as the rays of light, emotion is real. Select few understand this truth. These few need each other. Without one another, the fire is not stoked. Each man is a cold hammer and anvil, with no hot metal to strike. Weakness is real. Select few understand this truth. These few need each other. Weakness is not the downfall of a man, but the area of which a man wins his wars. With one another, the fire is lit, the metal is hot, and the hammer will begin to strike.

The battle is ongoing. It will never end.

Idling by does nothing but allow the steel to cool. Recognize the emotions and weaknesses and bash your hammer with every fiber in your body. Keep churning, keep hammering, this fight will not end, and neither will you.

Dum Spiro Spero.

Keep the hammer swinging.