Men, in our youth we want to master the art of war. As we mature we yearn to learn the art of love. When young we often ran from love in search of a fight. Our manhood we intended to prove everyday. Chest pounding, acting out, trying to be louder than all the others is how we attempted to show how much of a man we were. Life was a pissing contest because we were now smelling our own. Looking back I smile at that young fella, so unwise in so many ways. Years ago, grudgingly I left his immature ways behind but held on to the memory. The memory, a reminder of who I was and who I am. Now I give love and receive so much of it in return, a man now… learning the art of love.