From boy to man

In one of the most painful transitions no one ever talks about,
Let me walk you through o my son
Funny thing is not everyone treads onto this path and
no, they are not a choosen few
Neither are they born into brave clans.
Although it is partly by choice
Almost all the times it's decided by fate
You will have to do things you never fathomed
Somewhere between destroying your ego
And loving unconditionally
the journey will be rough
And as usual people will be tough
You will introspect, retrospect, brood and weep
You will burn into ashes and become unrecognisable

But son if you have the courage,
Rise from the ashes to be born again
And you will embark on a new journey
Where you are affected minimally externally
You will seldom complain or regret
But always smile
You will value people more, incidents less
And realise how great women are
You will find harmony with your love
You will stop wanting to receive
And ceaselessly only keep giving
Only then my son, you may call yourself a man.