Men Who Cannot Love Are Already Dead

Men who cannot love are already dead.

Aurelius Kadzius

The period at the end makes it a statement of a personal conclusion. It is an observation of a man’s own heart, beating without life, marking time, moving in place, motion without any distance covered in any direction. 

Sitting in the solitude of the mind, do we dare to travel to those places where the shame of past deeds resides? Where doubt is fueled with easily repeatable lies about what type of man you will always be.  

Do you have the courage to face yourself honestly? Do men have the courage to fight against their hearts from growing cold? Can we walk into the dark places? 

The place where fear breeds with doubt to create a dream killer demon growling and hiding on the dark side of the mind. Its purpose is to survive long enough to destroy any hope a man can salvage and give his love, to build with love, to grow with it, to live and die with it completely spent of it. 

One can hope that he can find his courage, and love as fiercely and hosnetly as he once did. 

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