Three wars, to be exact.
The first war is with yourself. Inside every man lives a beast. It can take different forms. In one, it can be a violent primate hellbent on destroying everything around. Another has a fluffy, cuddly sloth that demands comfort. Regardless, it is this beast a man must wage a war against. This war can never be won, for this beast can never be slain. But a man can win battles in this war. A man can become dangerous enough to tame this beast. Strong enough to control it. Powerful enough to go to the second war without giving this beast another thought.
The second war is with the world. Every morning, a man wakes up, and the world throws a new fight at him. We get to choose the weapons in this war – kindness or violence, honour or deceit, teamwork or solitude. This war comes from all directions: work, relationships, responsibilities, hardships, loss. The battles here are ruthless, bloody, devastating. Only the first war’s victories let the man stay alive. The victories in this war allow the man to build his castle: a good home, a loving family, a fulfilling job. This war allows the man to establish his domain.
Defending this domain is the third war. You cannot call yourself a Man until you defend what is yours from the wolves. A leaky roof, a child’s bully, a fatal crash – the wolves have many faces. And yet it is this war the man needs most; for it is this War that gives the Man his Purpose.