28-year old Chidiock Tichborne was awaiting his execution for crimes of high treason. As he sat alone in his cell in the Tower of London, he wrote a poem.
My tale was heard, and yet it was not told,
My fruit is fallen, and yet my leaves are green,
My youth is spent, and yet I am not old,
I saw the world, and yet I was not seen:
My thread is cut, and yet it is not spun,
And now I live, and now my life is done.
So much talk of competence, courage and confidence. So little of the fact that every man dies. For all the machismo and bravado in the manosphere, I haven’t seen anyone with the cojones to speak about the metaphysical.
You can’t take money, whips, bussdowns or hoes to the grave with you, playboy. All you take are your good works and the hope that your sins will be overlooked.
A man asked Prophet Muhammad ﷺ, which (believers) are the wisest? He ﷺ replied, the one who most remembers death and is best prepared for it, such are the wisest.
It’s not enough to be hard to kill. You have to be ready to die.
I devoted an entire section in my book to the Prepared Man who is ready for anything life (or death) throws at him. You can read it here.