Societus Lupus Continuous

What is the measure of a man? Is it friends, money, knowledge? Lets hope for my sake it's not money. I have friends in spades, and as to knowledge, I'm pretty much over-educated, a wealth of insignificant and useless knowledge. Can you measure a man by the impact he has on the world? Or should you measure him by the impact he has on his world? Neither I think. Actually I think it's none of the above. I believe the measure of a man is how much he has loved in his life. To be more specific, I think it is how much that love is returned. Maybe that's why it feels so empty and lonely sometimes. Can any of us not truly count on one hand how many people (immediate family excluded) have actually returned the love you gave them? A friend of mine Sean Sala once said (and I hope he doesn't mind me stealing... but) "Our hearts are not soft at all. But made of iron. We need hearts of flesh. But even fleshly hearts will harden if blood does not flow though it." Our Society is so caught up on it's self it refuses to see the good people have to offer, choosing the latest trend to be it's moral compass rather. Books, television, music and movies, all have a fine time portraying good people, honor, love, and yet when the credits roll, the masses go back to check their e-mails for signs that their shifty inner-circle maneuvering has somehow succeeded in bettering their life, never mind at the expense of others, just so long as this temporary alliance with this genuine person gets me to where I need to be. Is this where we are as a people? Where the choosing of a mate is based on physique and money, rather than devotion and honor? How can the greatest society in the history of the world be so materialistic? How can we continue on and hope to survive? What is the measure of a man this day in age? The amount of wool you can shave off him, people are sheep... following where ever the herd goes, for the sole fact that that's what everyone else is doing. Friends... Be wolves. Have the pack mentality, care for those around you as they do, tackle problems as a group. Stand apart from the herd. Robert Frost once wrote "...and i took the road less traveled, and that made all the difference." Why do we fight? to give you the choice... Am I a Sheep? or am I a Wolf? Only you can know, inside your heart of hearts, decide... one way or another, and with that decision, make a difference in your world, love in your world.