Modernity has altered our understanding of what is truly rewarding, what is inherently beautiful. Beauty has become ambiguous, even paradoxical. It has come to mean whatever we decide it should, shaped by our whims and flaws. Simple joys—savoring good food, enjoying friendship, wearing quality clothes—are undervalued today, dismissed as mundane. We lack both refined taste and the sensitivity to recognize things of genuine beauty. We try to reshape beauty, as if it were out of style or no longer relevant, and through our arrogant progressivism, we’ve sought to tear down timeless truths. What was once pure, objective, and eternal is now seen as obsolete.
These so-called “ambitious” reformers—high-handed and ignorant of heritage—have turned what was once noble into something grotesque. Our culture’s obsession with deception and artificiality has transformed beauty into something unnatural and vile. Today’s beauty is devoid of divinity, disconnected from the higher nature that governs order. Instead of nurturing beauty, we distort it to reflect our inner chaos—a chaos made all the worse by a misguided sense of progress. Many of those who partake in this madness are unaware of their own beliefs. Their rebellion isn’t driven by genuine thought but by a deep, unresolved affliction. They march in defiance, not just of the high-minded who wish to preserve order, but also against their own misery, cloaked under the banner of impartiality and egalitarianism, as though such movements could restore their inner peace.
These lost souls, driven by an empty individualism, seek only to protect their fractured identities. Their protests are a manifestation of their dissatisfaction, an unbridled rage directed at an imagined oppressor, the “patriarchy.” But the real source of their discontent is not a patriarchal system, but their bitterness towards their own lesser father—the one who failed to provide guidance or authority. Is it not contemptible for a woman to despise what she doesn’t understand? She may feel oppressed, but can she truly distinguish the root of her suffering? If she were truly wise, she would not be so consumed by anger and misguided protest.
What they protest for is a fiction, a cleverly spun narrative that deceives them into believing they possess some moral high ground. Yet, contemporary women are exalted for nothing more than superficiality—obscenity, fake glamour, and arrogant hubris. Many men, eager to please, elevate women of all temperaments simply because they are female. This misguided behavior only perpetuates the damage, promoting dishonesty and unhealthy standards. Any man with clarity of mind will reject such distortion of beauty and truth.
For me, beauty is not a passing fancy of moral decay. I have spent years honing my sense of taste, purifying it from the dirt that clouds judgment. This, I believe, is essential to draw near to truth. I find no pleasure in mingling with those whose desires conflict with mine, forcing me to wear false masks and tell hollow jokes to avoid upsetting their fragile feelings. What I value is simple, sincere beauty—the kind that doesn’t need to be manipulated or redefined. I find deep joy in humility and companionship, but not with those who spread unnecessary harm and chaos. I cherish the idea of a woman who embodies modesty and grace, who stands by her femininity without pride or aggression. Yet, I find no peace in a woman who undermines my foundation, seeking to use my strengths for her own gain.
Simple pleasures should not be overlooked. A sunset, a peaceful walk along a river, reading a book by the ocean—these are priceless gifts. But we must be fully present to appreciate them, as if we’re aware that life is fleeting. Modern culture lacks taste, polluted by superficiality and indulgence. Anyone with a true sense of discernment can recognize the blandness, the dissonance, the decay of contemporary life—an unraveling of beauty, morality, and honesty.
Defiance is not just a choice, but a necessity for anyone who seeks to preserve their ethical integrity in this fractured world. Can a man of principle accept the degradation of modern norms? Does he not, by his very nature, turn away from anything that compromises his morals? A true man of character does not bend to superficial conventions. His morality is not a surface-level projection but a deep, unwavering principle, rooted in his soul. A cultured man is not afraid to stand apart from the crowd, disagreeing when it matters, agreeing only when it aligns with his values.
The man of distinction does not conform to the flawed conventions of the world. His conception of beauty is not tainted by emotional baggage or societal pressures, but shaped by an objective standard—one forged through personal struggle, self-discovery, and transcendence. The search for truth strips away the illusions for those who seek it earnestly, but for those who reject it, it only deepens their confusion and disarray.
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