Be it the resilient willow or the impressive cedar, trees have inspired humans for millennia, as the symbol of strength, longevity, and rebirth. Nowadays, men look only towards their peers for guidance, but the answer might just be in one’s own garden.
They represent the connection with one’s home and those who came before. The seed that took root did not materialise out of thin air. Parents and forefathers crafted it and the fertile soil made it grow.
Be thankful for the land that was not barren and that you can proudly call home. Honour it with a strong foundation and it will help you withstand storms and build a future.
Heavy roots hold the tree in the ground while rootlets draw water and sustenance. The more connection with the myriad of distant roots, the more solid the base and the more water will be found.
The tough, unmovable stump will remain long after a tree’s death and might even live on. One does not see roots but knows they must be powerful and deep to support a mighty tree.
Your body must evolve like an oak trunk. Tend to it daily and it shall be sturdy and ready to handle the changing seasons. Despite a slow growth, regularity, dedication and respect allow it to be even and well-shaped. Proper nourishment will fortify it to endure ailments, axes, and fate.
A rough bark over burly wood can be stronger than stone. The bitter winter frost or the scorching summer heat are no match, for time and patience are on the tree’s side. But the tree, like man, knows humility for one day, time, who was once an ally, will become a foe.
The trunk is the most awe-inspiring part of a tree as humans can touch it, but they will also judge it.
A man’s intelligence, education, and skills should be as stable and organised as the branches of a tree. Dreams, aspirations and mastery support the thought process, like thick living limbs that split into numerous, smaller branches.
Rather than a multitude of frail twigs that get tangled up with others or snap under the weight of snow or the raging wind, fewer solid branches prevail. Just like more time spent honing essential skills triumphs over being a “jack of all trades, master of none.”
Travellers marvel at the trunk of the tree and its leaves but do not see the time his branches took to grow and the complex organisation that supports the whole frame.
They are the ideas, creations and accomplishments. Leaves create breathable air for others and soothe the soul with their dance in the wind. Bards and artists find inspiration when they witness their rich, changing colours.
They are aesthetic, but before all, useful. They must be numerous, healthy and even. Leaves follow a cycle and are rarely at their peak all year round. They are the most visible element of the tree so the first target for parasites and insects.
Leaves will drift away when their time comes. Even wrinkled and scattered, they carry the tree’s legacy far and they shall feed animals and plants, helping them grow. Even in death, the world benefits from their existence.
About the sun
Success, status, luck, gold, women… men need them, like trees need sunlight. A steady amount of it will help but too much or too little of these joys will harm the tree.
A tree can grow with artificial light but will remain weak. Like a man expecting praise for average work, victimhood or choosing obscene imagery over real flesh and relationships.
Concerning the wind
Wind is to the tree what friends are to man. The gentle and useful wind carries dead leaves away and lets the pollen travel to other fertile rees, that will bear fruits and complete the eternal cycle.
Better a reliable, steady wind than violent and conflicting winds that will bend and even uproot the tree, or a weak wind that is rarely noticed.
Les arbres survivront aux hommes
All the sections described form a complex and balanced osmosis, where the death of one means the death of the others.
Trees do not wonder if the world likes their trunk or leaves. They grow for their own sake. The rest is a bonus.
Great men and colossal trees must learn to be humble for all things, however strong, shall die.
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16 thoughts on “Be Like A Tree”
“A player should keep his notch count like a tree keeps its rings. Safely hidden within itself.”
I’ve found the tree I grew into ……….
An obese woman should keep her fat hidden, and wait until a trunk would voluntarily eat from her bush.
Good article, JBP. Been waiting for you to make a contribution here again.
Be a tree keep the morningwood lol
Right after you have pollinated her with the sacred nectar from your branch, leave (he).
Spread that seed!
Men Going Their Own Way
(MGTOW) make like a tree
and leave…the system 🙂
What a weird coincidence. This is crazy but a few days ago, I had the thought of comparing people to trees, that is, how different trees seem like different people. No, I’ve never taken drugs in my entire life, lol, I just have a mind that has always liked to make analogies and metaphors… Great article.
One would be wise to adopt the laws of nature and apply them to himself. They are irreplacable truths that have stood the test of time. Theyve been at work for millenia and are the most effeicent way to survive with out resistance to their surroundings. Example. When a girl be playin games, bout to make you loose yer mind, be like the mighty oak tree, emotionally unfazed by the elements working against it.
Or.. rise above and stop playing games ment for mediocres.
As an after note; It’s quite sad to see how the quality of content has deteriorated over time to articles similar to those of the “Other end of the Spectrum”; Articles with the sole goal of being a circlejerk (For ego/inspiration) momuntarily. The only quality content that I’ve seen on ROK within a year are primarily written by Roosh himself. The rest of the articles here are a cheap imitation of BuzzFeed branded to suit “Masculine men”.
F’n tree huggers!
is not growing like a tree
In bulk doth make Man better be;
Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,
To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere:
A lily of a day
Is fairer far in May,
Although it fall and die that night—
It was the plant and flower of light.
In small proportions we just beauties see;
And in short measures life may perfect be.
by Benjamin Jonson
What if you’re infested with borers? And I sure don’t want any hornets building a nest on me. Just saying.
Be like a tree? What is this, “The View”?