A good friend of mine seemed rather ‘down’. When we finally got to chat he told me that he and his partner had had a bit of an upset the night before.
This friend had decided that he no longer wanted to hide behind the mask of ‘being a man’. So decided to open up to his partner about what he was feeling.
Unfortunately she did not respond in the way that he had hoped that she would and he felt rather hurt by her response.
I pointed out to him that just as expressing his feelings was something new to him, hearing it and processing it was a new experience for his his partner.
He ought to have not expected that she would get it right the first time.
Besides this was what it is all about; learning to express, understand and live with our feelings, our pain.
The next morning they spoke about what had happened and are continuing their journey together.
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena,
whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood;
who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again,
who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement,
and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly,
so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.