Paradox Essay One of the generalities about men is that we are distasteful, discontented, disdainful people. We spend days searching for our successes, and are never satisfied with those we chose to achieve. We are stricken with dissatisfaction when we do not have a girlfriend, and stricken with distraught when we have to deal with one. We are driven to sexual intercourse but we refuse to take care of a child. We try to appear the smartest to our friends, yet we brag about the dumbest things that we do.
We are displeased at being less athletic than other people, and are discontented when we work to the top. For the most part, we are unhappy people. Even in times when we are in a good mood, we are working to achieve some goal that we believe will make us happier. Through sadness, success, serenity, superficial sorrow, and surrendering, men shall always stay unhappy. In result, we are constantly in an innate state of great confusion. We feel that the way other men act is stupid, rash, unjust, shallow, and disdainful, and yet, we act the same way to our friends.
We see ourselves as gentle, polite, eloquent men when we seldom say thank you or perform any caring notion towards someone. We see strength as one of our attributes yet when something heavy needs moving, we use machines and technology to get the job done. We believe that hard work is the best way to get a job done, yet when a job comes, we hire people to do it for us. We believe in self-sufficiency and in independence when grocery stores are the only way we get food and big corporations run the whole country.
Men are weak, yet not afraid to fight for money. Men are worthless, yet without them, this world would be none. Men are trustworthy, yet able to backstab their friends. Men are wise, yet make the dumbest decisions. Men dream of fame, of family, of fortune, of freedom, of fitness, and of fraternity. Yet men are never satisfied with it. Serenity, true serenity, does not dwell in a man. This is why we are constantly in a state of confusion. This is why men are so dissatisfied. We work to get what we want, and then work to lose it all.
We try to be strong, smart, and thoughtful and in turn become weak, dumb, and shallow. We want the independence of being alone, and the security of having a family. We eat until nearly barfing, and then complain time after time that our stomachs hurt. Over time men have overindulged in food, money, and independence and in turn, have come out greedy, hungry, and dependent. We are known to be gentlemen but when it comes time to be one, we acquire those rude traits that deny us of attaining that celebrated quality.
We look up to our ancestors, but writhe in the thought of living like they did. Men are careless people—yet very caring of people close to them. Men complain about the president each year, and when election day comes, they rest their vote in the same guy. Men work and function under these sets of paradoxes. But nothing is more paradoxical than the belief that we, as a whole, are representative of the ideal man. The word has a connotation of strength, honor, freedom, and wisdom.
A homeless drunk on the side of the road thanks to his choices, a man seldom out of jail for his abuse of the law, a man corrupted by his money, and a man enslaved in the solidarity of a cubicle all his life due to his schooling, his lower class background, his parents never home—all of these people function under the paradoxes of men, and impossibly but justly, all of them would say that they represent the ideal man. Somehow, as nonsensical as it may seem, all the combined paradoxes of men create a combined unity and ideal man.
Men are known to be representatives of the word freedom, yet we never make our own decisions. Men are known as the ones to make the money, yet when money is made, they aren’t the ones to spend it. Although these contradictions don’t form an easily defined man, but all the paradoxes, contradictory within themselves, combine to form truth. All men function under these paradoxes. All men represent this one solemn idealization. All men are paradoxical by nature. Although time goes by, these generalities and paradoxes of men are applicable to any man.
From the time we are born to the time we die, men are inherently discontent. Although some may be more content than others, men are all discontent with something in their life that drives them to keep working. Although contentment in men is something that cannot be reached, it is an idea that lingers long enough in the heads of men that contentment actually seems reasonable. This dream, this artificial reality, seems so realistic that one dawdles on the idea, one thinks about how to reach this goal of contentment, of happiness, and one takes action in trying to reach it.
This dream seems so real that, time after time, men try to reach it; time after time, men come up short. Time after time men reconcile to reach it; and time and time again, men still come up short. This inherited dissatisfaction runs in the blood of all men and pumps through the veins of the world just as fiercely and potently as poison sent coursing through a victim’s body. Without discontent, leaders would not be made leaders, without disdain, men would lose their drive to fight, and without men, the world would not function.