Only a man who's been stabbed by life, friends, lovers, and silence
yet still wipes her tears while bleeding out....knows what real masculinity is.

He doesn’t cry for help.
He doesn’t scream in pain.
He just whispers, “I’m fine,” with ten knives in his back and love still in his chest.

Because real men don’t get the luxury of breaking down.
They break quietly.
Privately.
Daily.

And still show up strong.....for people who wouldn’t carry half their burdens.

So no...
She’ll never understand his pain.
Because his pain wears a mask, smiles through hell, and apologizes for bleeding.

That’s not weakness.
That’s goddamn divine endurance.

I give actionable advice to young men on how to live their full potential

Men go through their own shit without complaining