Being a boy is about pleasure.
Being a man is about sacrifice.
A boy runs away from responsibility. He thinks that everything should be perfect and his way and in place. Detached. Oblivious. Care-free. He's wonderful, a drifter.
A man. Now a man's different. He's different. The way a pup and a dog are different. The way a buffalo and his calf are different. The cougar not the cub. The embers after, not the fire. Being a man is not glamorous. Being a man is rugged. It's responsible. It cares and endures. It looks down the road and around the corner, not at it's own feet, step-by-step, reveling in it. There's future in a man's eyes.
A boy's eyes show only change. Pollen in the breeze.
The biggest difference in us from before, in our parents' age, is that the men were younger back then, and now the boys are older. It's an abundance of comfort. Where boys had to become men, they don't have to anymore, and everything's changed. But so it's always been.
It's not about football and fast cars and fucking. It's about foresight. It's about fortitude, of mind and body.
A man doesn't run for the hills, a man weathers the storm on the plot he's called his own, and builds and grows.
