Men, by virtue, are leaders—hunters, narcissistic, egotistical, and driven. Yet not as complicated as their counterparts; women, who, though considered the weaker vessels, are nurturing, resilient, judicious, meticulous, and complicated with a dash of deviance.
Strong men, by virtue, are nurtured and equipped with judicious unconventionality that neuters the narcissistic and somewhat tempers the egotistical characteristics. Here in this story, a young man, fettered by his grandmother’s maxim, set out to find himself amongst the unscrupulous in a barren land where his mother dwells. Guided by a girl—his childhood friend. And, destroyed by another—his childhood crush.
Declaring the unspoken obvious, that strong men are not always the victor—they are sometimes victimized. Men are not always the dominant factor—at times, they are being dominated. Declaring that not all men are monsters, just a version of a beast, searching for beauty to release him from himself—strong men cry, too.