The weather here, cold, damp, windy. But it excites my soul and boils my blood. I feel like Ahab staring down Moby Dick, with spear in hand, the cold and icy sea wind cutting through me like a sword, but I stand defiant, as my ancestors did, in the ultimate war against nature herself, as she uses every trick in her whorish book to make it difficult to move forward. But the burning need to feed my family and survive bests all tricks the Beautiful Lie can toss at me. Survival is not for the weak, those who chooses to concede before even standing their ground. No, I, like every man before me, refuse to vanish quietly to feed the earth that birthed me. I will resist natures temptations to just rest and sleep, give up, roll over. Because stopping means death. The First Men never stopped. They fought, and are immortalized in cave paintings, a solemn reminder of the hardest battles won for the Human race to survive, and thrive.
This song sums my feelings in this weather up.
Also not to be sexist, but do women feel that in their soul too, the undying battle against extinction, like you want to pick the spear up and charge forward, or is it solely a male thing?