A man can make his own weather. No matter what his surroundings, he keeps his chin up, and his mood. Sorrows are for whiners, a steady eye is for men.
So he had a day out. Creating his own mood. Escaping the glass towers of downtown LA. “I’m out for a meeting!” – and he was gone to the meeting with himself.
There has to be something in you that cannot be influenced by the anything on the outside. That’s what a man is about.The Man
He had gone into the forgotten part, where the flotsam and jetsam of the city gets washed up. Misspelled words sprayed by awkward hands on walls. Cigarette butts, food waste, thrown out clothing. And things that smelled bad.
But he was on his time. He was directing his footsteps. His smartphone? That dumb thing was shut off. I’m in a meeting. Can’t talk. Won’t talk. I admit nothing but myself to this time. My time.
There is open space, and the schedules are broken. Time for himself, time for a breath of freedom.
He stopped and looked out over the city. His city in those precious moments. All the world was his.
A Man doesn’t just accept what is there. A Man changes the world to his own designs.