From Pushing to the Front, 1911 by Orison Swett Marden
Over the door of every profession, every occupation, every calling, the world has a standing advertisement: « Wanted–A Man ».
Wanted, a man who will not lose his individuality in a crowd, a man who has the courage of his convictions. Who is not afraid to say « No », though all the world say « Yes ».
Wanted, a man who is larger than his calling, who considers it a low estimate of his occupation to value it merely as a means of getting a living. Wanted, a man who sees self-development, education and culture, discipline and drill, character and manhood, in his occupation.
A man of courage who is not a coward in any part of his nature.
Wanted, a man who is symmetrical, and not one-sided in his development. The one, who has not sent all the energies of his being into one narrow specialty, while allowing all the other branches of his life to wither and die.
Wanted, a man who is broad, who does not take half views of things. A man who mixes common sense with his theories, but does not let a college education spoil him for practical, every-day life. Who prefers substance to show and regards his good name as a priceless treasure.
Wanted, a man « who, no stunted ascetic, is full of life and fire, but whose passions are trained to heed a strong will. The servant of a tender conscience. Who has learned to love all beauty, whether of nature or of art, but to hate all vileness, and to respect others as himself ».
The world wants a man who is educated all over. Whose nerves are brought to their acutest sensibility and whose brain is cultured, keen, incisive, broad. Whose hands are deft, eyes are alert, sensitive, microscopic, and heart is tender, magnanimous, true.
The right man…
The whole world is looking for such a man. There are millions out of employment, but it is almost impossible to find just the right man in almost any department of life. Everywhere we see advertisement: « Wanted–A Man ».
We see thousands of students graduated every year from our grand institutions. Their object is to make stalwart, independent, self-supporting men, but they’re turned out into the world saplings instead of stalwart oaks. They are « memory-glands » instead of brainy men. They’re helpless instead of self-supporting, sickly instead of robust, weak instead of strong, leaning instead of erect. « So many promising youths, and never a finished man! »
The character sympathizes with and unconsciously takes on the nature of the body. A peevish, snarling, ailing man can not develop the vigor and strength of character which is possible to a healthy, robust, cheerful man. There is an inherent love in the human mind for wholeness, a demand that man shall come up to the highest standard. And there is an inherent protest or contempt for preventable deficiency. Nature, too, demands that a man be ever at the top of his condition.
The first requisite of all education and discipline should be man-timber. Tough timber must come from well grown, sturdy trees. Such wood can be turned into a mast,, can be fashioned into a piano or an exquisite carving. But it must become timber first. Time and patience develop the sapling into the tree. So, through discipline, education, experience, the sapling child is developed into hardy mental, moral, physical man-timber.
The youth should start out with the fixed determination that every statement he makes shall be the exact truth. That every promise he makes shall be redeemed to the letter, every appointment shall be kept with the strictest faithfulness and with full regard for other men’s time. He should hold his reputation as a priceless treasure, feel that the eyes of the world are upon him, that he must not deviate a hair’s breadth from the truth and right. If he took such a stand at the outset, he would … come to have almost unlimited credit and the confidence of everybody who knows him.
What are palaces and equipages? When a man could cover a continent with his title-deeds or an ocean with his commerce. What is it compared with conscious rectitude? With a face that never turns pale at the accuser’s voice, with a bosom that never throbs with fear of exposure? With a heart that might be turned inside out and disclose no stain of dishonor? To have done no man a wrong … to walk and live, unseduced, within arm’s length of what is not your own, with nothing between your desire and its gratification but the invisible law of rectitude–this is to be a man.