The Journey, by Mary Oliver
One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice--though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles.
"Mend my life!" each voice cried.
But you didn't stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy was terrible. It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and stones.
But little by little, as you left their voices behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do--determined to save the only life you could save.
There really is only one you that you can save from the paths that you have taken. The ManKind Project won't do it, nor the New Warrior Training Adventure. You will do it.
The ManKind Project is simply a place to be with other like-minded men who are seeking to change themselves, on an individual basis, for the greater good of themselves and the world around them.
I am one of those men. I choose to write here to pass the story to you; for you to do with as you choose. I hope you here you voice calling you to, despite the "old tug at your ankles."