Hey friends, I'm 69 years old and now my worries are caused by my sons... my 34-year-old son decided not to work and to live off his wife... and I wonder at what point men stopped understanding that working is part of their role since the beginning of humanity.
Primitive men went out hunting for food, while women and children remained in caves protected from danger...
I'm not talking about having a great job or earning a fortune. I'm talking about getting up every day, doing something, contributing in some way, moving your vital energy, and not remaining paralyzed...
There are many who don't want to do anything, who label themselves as mentally disabled or say they are depressed, bipolar, or have social phobia. They say they are exhausted by the world, but the truth is that many are comfortable living off the efforts of others or living poorly with shortages.
I say this with sadness because it is my son who is like this, and it hurts me to see him dull, dependent on his wife, not moving, not fighting, not growing.
Something has been lost, and that was the pride of the “alpha”... of the leader of the pack. There is no longer the pride of standing up and saying, “I did this, I brought this, I achieved this with my hands or with my effort, and it is mine.”
When a man stays at home without desires, without hopes, without trying to get up and move forward, without doing anything, he begins to fade away, not physically, but inside, he fades away, he becomes dull, listless, a shadow...
And as a mother and a wise woman, I know that Life itself has strange and sometimes difficult ways of making humanity mature.
It's not about "machismo", it's not about men having to support women, no... it's about each person having to carry their share of the burden, and when one person carries nothing and the other carries everything, any relationship fractures and breaks down due to a lack of respect. Lazy people don't deserve any respect, and any relationship fades away and silent resentment appears.
Because when respect ends, the balance is broken, love is broken, even if they are still together, nothing is the same anymore... I don't deny mental health. I know it exists. I know there are people who really suffer, who are paralyzed.
But I am psychiatric. I have been diagnosed with schizo-paranoid disorder. I have been hospitalized and have spent years on medication, and I have shaken it off. That's why I know that many...psychiatric patients like me have been cured or have learned to live a joyful and happy life, working, creating, and fighting like the rest of humanity.
Why some do and others don't... why some give up and others don't... the difference lies in the “desire to live” of the lazy person.
In my case, two things have always kept me going: the desire to live and the desire to laugh out loud again. Laughter is vital to my mental health.
Work is not a punishment, it is a blessing, especially if you work at something you like... because when you work, your soul becomes orderly, calm, and focused.
When you do nothing, you fill yourself with junk thoughts and crude obsessions that drag you down, sabotage you, shut you down, and dilute you.
And when you do something, even if it's minimal, you start to come out of the shadows, and there is light... a direction... a purpose.
There is always time and a moment to stop and walk, to get up... nothing has to be perfect or successful, you just have to start moving, take a step, do something of your own...
Men have to work because it's part of what sustains them inside, and... if they don't, they break, and when they break, not only do they fall, but everything they can't sustain, care for, and protect falls too.
