Men today have lost touch with their identity. It was not too long ago that we were hunter-gatherers, entrusted with feeding, sheltering and protecting our families. This is no longer the case.
Chuck Palahniuk's magnum opus, Fight Club, changed my life forever. Whilst the book has many themes running concurrently throughout (Neo-Luddism, Anarcho-Primitivism, loneliness, etc.) it is really a struggle between modern man and the impulses of his male subconscious. As the story progresses, the nameless narrator surrenders more and more of himself to the beckoning of his alter-ego-- and eventually stumbles to what I believe is the pinnacle of self-realization-- what being a man really means.
It isn't about marriage, possessions or consumerist status symbols. It's about clarity-- ignoring what we are "supposed" to be doing (buying nice furniture, working in a cubicle, etc.) and uncovers the true path to salvation.
This is my journey.
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