Gather around gentlemen. It's time for a story.

Long ago, in a not so distant land. There was a tribe.

While many of it's neighbors fled to more hospitable places and bred effeminate men, this tribe held firm to it's teachings and did not bend the knee to the times. Amongst the sea of darkness, it was a bastion of light and many boys flocked to it in times of turmoil to learn the ways of their ancestors.

Now, the elders knew that, eventually, all times must pass. So they took to writing great tablets of wisdom. These tablets taught boys how to hunt, how to brave the elements, how to suffer in silence and not give voice to concern. It taught boys how to lead and follow. In short. It made boys into men.

Responsibility, perseverance, tenacity, pride, and honor were etched into each syllable of every word.

However, these elders knew that jealousy and resentment lurked nearby. Others would seek to destroy such knowledge less it bring to light how far men have fallen, and so, these men hid the knowledge onto a mountain.

Far enough from the eyes of the soft men who dared not traverse through the dark forests, cross the freezing rapids, and climb towards the peak.

And so, it was that each day boys would trek through the forest of fear; braving each unseen noise and darting shadow.

They would cross the freezing waters of the rapids. Ignoring the cold and solitude that comes with submersing oneself in hardship, screaming into the unfeeling void as they soldiered through, ignoring the voices downstream of jeering women and men who mocked them and tempted them with empty promises.

These boys would climb the unforgiving mountain. Each step fraught with dangers of falling into the abyss of despair they ignored weakened limbs and made the flesh as strong as iron.

Until, at last, these boys would reach the summit and stare at all that they have conquered. With a roar of triumph, they would read what was earned through sweat, blood and tears and rejoice in the accomplishment.

Having bested the fear of the shadows, they could approach any beast with certainty. Having endured hardship, they did not despair at any task before them, and having climbed the mountain, each bore a body ready to hunt, endure, and survive anything mother nature sent forth to test him. Each would be a chief among his tribe. Each had a warrior's heart.

From the love of fellow men and a sense of pride from accomplishment, these men would occasionally pause and give wisdom to the boys they would see on their journey.

Get comfortable in the darkness. Rest each foot on a solid foundation as you traverse the river. Don't look down but forward as you climb higher.

These boys would listen and continue onward, their journey a breath easier having seen the result and what awaited, but others would hear this knowledge and turn back.

I do not need anything else. I have learned all that I needed. They would say these words to themselves. Hubris and fear would make these boys turn. Some of these boys would see others and impart this knowledge onto them having not tried any.

Eventually, fewer men would return back to the village.

It was through hardship and struggle that many of these men were molded. Through a desire to do right, some had deprived the next generation of the opportunity to grow.

So, my dear reader we come to the conclusion of this tale, and I thank you for taking the time to read it. We want to help our fellow brothers and can empathize when they complain about heart break, adversity, insecurities and hopelessness because many of us have been there in one way or another, but we're not doing anyone any service in the AskTRP section when we give out the answer.

Some of the posts that I come across are the same guy, complaining about the same woman, talking about how they are "already RED PILL" like it's an achievement to have red the side bar, watch a few AMS videos, or picked up a Rollo Tomassi book.

You're not Red Pill.

You haven't internalized anything.

You don't know abundance because you're chasing your crush, she isn't a plate if you haven't had sex with her numerous times, an LTR isn't someone you met last week, you're not masculine if you need to ask a bunch of strangers how many minutes you need to wait to hit up someone you like, you're not a player because you had sex, she's not a unicorn, and yes, we have been there or felt something similar.

You are not unique.

There are countless men throughout history that have dealt with what you have done, overcome it, and found a way to persevere. So you can too. Read the side bar, take care of yourself, trial and error until you find your rhythm and don't make your entire existence around having your penis enter someone.

As for the rest of you guys reading this, the next time you come across someone who is asking really stupid questions look up that person's post history. Ask yourself if you giving them the answer will help them learn. If the answer is no then don't. If you can, point them to the side bar and let them search it up, put it in action, and develop a personality.

We need more masculine assertive men. Not children wandering the fields.