I’m writing this from 32000 feet in the air. The plane is currently flying over the Plateaus of Tibet. It is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen in my life and it has taken my breath away. I can count on one hand the times in my life that has taken my breath away. I must warn you that this post is more stream of consciousness than anything and I’ve barely slept.
I’ve been getting lost in the world of “The Fountainhead” by Ayn Rand, it is truly an inspiring novel. It’s about two completely opposite male characters. One, Howard Roark, who sees the world through his own eyes, he has a set of ideals and values that he absolutely does not compromise. He is absolutely brilliant, but he does not allow himself to be moulded into the thing that others want him to be. He stands with few in Rand’s world.
The other, Peter Keating, represents everything that I myself truly stand against. He sees the world through others’ eyes, through filters that have been placed in front of him. He is constantly seeking for approval and is trying to figure out where he stands with people. He lies and manipulates his way. He is at the mercy of his mother. He is in love with a woman who is in love with Roark. On paper though Peter Keating is the ultimate winner.
You see, the story is set pre 1940’s in New York and is set in the context of architecture. Roark and Keating went to the same design school. Keating graduated with the highest honour. Roark was expelled because he refused to play by the board’s rules. Keating climbed his way to the top of the best architecture firm, orchestrating the demise of people’s careers on the way up.
Roark struggled to get commissions. He works on the basis that if you want him to design, you tell him what you want and you give him free reign. His commissions and finished buildings earn the mockery of the entire architectural and high society of New York. Keating is paraded as the saviour of architecture.
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I’m reading this book and I’m constantly drawing parallels with my world and the world of Roark. It’s the path. It’s the journey. Roark doesn’t compromise on his path, he even left his architectural career to work in a quarry, returning triumphantly.
I have a new years resolution, and that is to stay on this path no matter what. It’s funny because at times I feel that the moment I am not on that path I feel like shit. I feel like I’m not growing like I’m sinking back. Previously I’ve written about fear, well, I still do. It’s the one thing that I dread, to go back, that I’ll get lazy and this will all get too hard and that I want to go back. Like Cyrus in the Matrix. He grows sick of the real world and wants to go back to Matrix, and go back to sleep.
My path is to keep growing as a man. To fully develop my ideals and my values and keep in alignment with that. A wise woman recently said to me, maybe you overanalyse too much? Maybe I do. But, I do it for me I need to constantly remind myself of these things every day. Every day I must take action.
That is the path, it’s respecting the journey and it’s respecting the process without depending on the outcome, without being attached to that outcome.
Your masculinity is not defined by the size of your chest nor is it defined by how much you can drink. It is not defined by the extra curricular activities. What defines your masculinity is your ability to shamelessly express yourself. Is to have the strength to completely trust and believe in yourself. It’s the ability to stay humble, and allow yourself to be humbled.
It’s your ability to allow a woman to be a woman, to make her feel like a woman. It’s the ability to look the world in the eye, and have it look away first. It’s the ability to not take yourself too seriously. It’s the ability to not compromise yourself.
That is what makes you a man.
That’s it for now. Think about your resolutions. Set the tone for next year. What can you be doing differently that you aren’t doing now that will help you?
As always,
TSM