Eternal Shah or Epaulet Matt... to the one who is able to enjoy life?

The crowd of those eager to “club” silently part before Him, while the hands of strict face-controllers at the sight of Him themselves are drawn to the cherished chain. All doors are opened to Him, including the hearts of women. One by one, opportunities arise before Him, and not only in the sphere of business interests. In His presence, even hardened machos timidate, and those who are more insecure try to evaporate from the “feast of life”, where they were destined to face Him. Wherever He goes, a great number of women are formed around Him, because only one like Him can make everyone feel like a Queen. After all, He, the unique image of sweet female dreams and the object of quiet male hatred, is the real King. The Male King!



Yes, men are different. And that's a fact. I will not go into all conceivable and unthinkable typologies, just say that in each of them, one way or another, but there are prizes that would like to please any of the typed. Of course, the King is not one of them. Because he himself, personally, occupies one of them. More importantly. He is always a priori ahead. In plain sight. The spotlight. He is charming, self-sufficient, self-loving and eloquent. In his 30s, he managed to assert himself not only in the personal sphere, but also in the work. He is successful, promising and purposeful. And also, damn charismatic... After all, in addition to the attractive external entourage, it also has an inner feast, which He always and everywhere carries with him. Reality is invisibly transformed when He appears as if something were changing in the chemical composition of the air. Men are doomed to lower their shoulders, and women bloom like lilies under the snow. Each seeks to receive a piece of His attention, resorting to feminine tricks and He, so perfect and confident in himself, can only choose.

At the speed of light, He moves towards Life better than anyone else, possessing art, living fully and naturally being able to take everything from life. And Life responds by generously giving Him all the “delicacy” that can only be selected from its catalogs. He is a true professional in terms of getting pleasure, and is able to deliver it to himself without leaving home. Or at least just walking into the kitchen. He is constantly on the move, and being an avid traveler, for whom the guide is the Quran, and each country is a new Mecca. He is able to show it no worse than an aboriginal, orienting on the terrain with his eyes closed. Career for him is an inevitable reality rather than a possible reality, and therefore it is quite unusual for him to put on the altar of work additional time of life, overpower and hyperresponsibility.



He really loves himself and is used to demanding the same from others to a much greater extent than he can give himself. In particular, from Women... And often, he does not even have to make special efforts to ... But no! He, like any hunter by nature, is not tempted to win hastily, and therefore He prefers to play. By its own rules... He sees through women, and is able to predict the next step. Therefore, each of His plays is a benefit, in which the Woman is given only a secondary role, at best. At worst, episodic... But only He, being what He is, is capable of transforming Her brief stay on this stage into the Starry Hour and giving Her as much and everything as She did not receive in her entire Life before she met Him. In His presence, along with the royal posture, the best feminine qualities begin to manifest in her. Feeling herself in the arms of his confidence, she becomes weak, as nature intended her, and allows herself to lead... herself. He also enjoys everything that is happening, but it does not last long, because his own built castles, sooner or later, He's used to ruining. Always. Even when he really hurts himself...



And no one knows that every castle in the air is actually a windmill, with which He, like Don Quixote, is called to fight from time to time. For the painful truth that is contained within Him does not in any way echo the healthy outer which He is accustomed to display. His need for love often hides the pain and frustration He once experienced. And over time, it grows into a vital need for constant recognition and validation of its importance. For a comfortable sense of self, He has to constantly receive evidence of his “betterness” from everywhere. That is why women also linger for a short time in His life, because, having achieved absolute love and full recognition from one, He passes on to the next. And He would love to truly love, but He is afraid that in time She will cease to give the confidence that He so easily gains each time in a new way. It is easier for him to draw his ideal image in his head, forcing himself to believe in the reality of such a utopia, but once he meets one in Life, He will hasten to retreat. He is not ready to change anything in his life. Nor is he ready to shift his center of love from himself to her, which is inevitable under the circumstances. He will run away, and not so much from Her as from himself, and most likely ... will go on another journey, because a cardinal change of situation is able to bring a sense of novelty into His Life in record time. And to remind him of his usual course. He travels a lot and often, because this is the best way to dispel boredom and monotony, which are for Him the greatest misfortune. And He is even ready to be filled with various pleasures and entertainments, rather than the appearance on the horizon of the opportunity to be alone with himself. After all, in these moments, in addition to boredom, uncertainty and doubts enter the arena. Yes! They are as inherent in him, in fact, as are fears, from which no one will ever be able to hide in any, even the most distant, point of the globe.



But many women who suffer for such a man are completely unaware of what is really going on in his soul. They see in him the King, and strive for this image, like moths to the night fire, over the gloss, not noticing the main thing: the Man himself. One who does not need the Queen, whom He possesses in enviable numbers. It’s just a man who just needs... The woman next to whom he feels like a king.

Then the pain and doubts behind the outer “feast” will disappear, as He finally realizes that He no longer has to “earn points” because He is loved just as He is. And the painful question of self-importance will be devalued because it will no longer be directly dependent on having two or three or four Queens at the same time. He will have one, but one that will certainly be the most reliable rear.