What makes man a man?

Rain has pouring all night long as I sat here pondering,

suddenly one question sprang restlessly

What makes man a man?

Is it his courage toward his worry?

Is it his willingness to let go what he can’t truly posses?

Is it the faith in his heart instead of his head?

Is it the choices he takes?

Is it the pain that he keeps for himself for not wanting others to worried?

Is it for all the disappointments that one could not know what to do, but too let them bite him bit by bit?

Is it through eagerness to stand again in the face of failure?

Is it by keeping the promises one pledge deep in his heart?

Is it by daring not to remorse at the mistakes he made?

Is it for the dreams his is chasing?

Is it the guts to face the truths, no matter how mean they are?

As the soft rain falling quietly on the rooftop, I finally get my answer,

What makes man a man…

It is his heart.