If we do not heal our wounds,
we will bleed onto those who did not hurt us.
This saying affects me in ways I did not expect.
The expectation is the hardest part.
What it means to be a man.
Teach me, again, what it means to be a man?
Who taught you? And who taught them?
Each meaningless milestone
is wrought with our creation,
worthless expectations that are unrealistic.
It's almost sadistic how we push them onto others and ourselves.
A toughness that evolves
only based on fear.
We wouldn't need toughness
if there was nothing to fear.
Why can't we create
a kindness that permeates
and settles even the saddest souls?
And why do we call them wounds
when it's more like a cancer?
Infecting generations
one after another.
We are not born equipped
to fend off these attacks.
But we cannot carry on
these sins of the past.
We owe it to ourselves
to sow and mend ourselves back together.
Because if we do not heal our wounds,
we will bleed onto those
who did not hurt us,
forever.