As children, men don't have a clue, about anything. We tend to learn first by reward, then by being hurt, and then, if we're smart, because we want to. About the time "we want to" learn, we begin to think we understand our emotions of fear, love, laugh, hurt, and sadness. I think by the time we manage to earn the title of "real men" we still don't have a clue about much other than the task at hand, and the fact that we think we understand our feelings... which we don't.
To read the rest of this post, grab a box of tissues and follow this link to “The Path”: As a Man Among Men, I Weep for Humanity