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This is Steve.
Steve is in his twenties.
Steve is actually, barely 28 years old.
Steve’s house (owned) is the beautiful brick mansion you are seeing in the distance.
The rest is his land, a land he tills and plants food for his house.
Steve is currently digging a well in the middle of his farm to water his banana plants and even plant more fruits.
Steve doesn’t go to the gym.
He dig. He carries buckets of water. He chops wood.
That is why he is so ripped.
Steve doesn’t know what depression is. Worst case, he gets mad once in a while but that’s all there is to it.
Steve herds his goats, probably a cow, minds his chickens and minds his business.
Steve’s mental health and overall health is on peak.
No therapist tells him to breath through his emotions.
You see, Steve doesn’t know Amerix or Kibe. In fact, Steve doesn’t know what the heck is a podcast.
Steve’s understanding of masculinity is self taught. Ages of being in the presence of other men like him.
Steve will never sit down to sip coffee with a woman so he can ask her what she brings to the table. He doesn’t know what 50-50 is. Steve provides. Steve protects. Steve leads. Not because a book or podcast told him to. Because he is rooted in himself.
If Steve met a girl he loved, he would court her the right way, marry her in four months and immediately step up to be a father and husband. Steve would not string a woman for 3 years or ask a woman to abort because he is afraid of responsibilities.
Steve is clear in his intentions and relationships because that is what a real man does.
Steve is the richest young man I know. I told him I’ll write about him.
Congratulations Steve, and the rest like him.
Simplicity is the height of sophistication.
