I Learned At A Young Age How Tough The World Can Be

I'm a middle aged smoker, meat eating tough bird. I could pack enough power to break my hand on a brick wall and not know it until the blood gets everywhere, but would I? No. It isn't about that. This world can be an unrelenting shit coated bowl for everyone to try to climb out and just slip back down again while giants laugh their asses off and then shake the bowl. Well, it's easier to be an icy asshole when you have never experienced real effort. I'm not a fan of the man. But what's tougher to me rather than swallowing all the bitterness and moving on is the ability to cry my ass off. To be able to be emotional and still feel like a man. When I lose everyone I love am I gonna zip up my steel face and pretend to be mister macho? Hell no. I'm gonna break, man! And break hard. So when the world kicks my ass, I cry. Then I get back up and take another beating. Yeah it hurts physically, emotionally, damages my inner security, yeah it takes a toll on me. But in the end, I'll be the winner.