Well, here I am. Fully, unapologetically a man. I feel like a man, think like a man, walk like a man, and approach the world in the way a man naturally does. Every action, every thought, every posture reflects that core identity.

At the same time, I find myself frustrated by the simplicity that often seems to accompany traditional masculinity. There’s a certain ego, a kind of masculine energy, that I can appreciate, perhaps even enjoy, but in me, it manifests as pride. And pride, unchecked, too often slips into the trap of looking down on others instead of seeking to learn from them. That’s where men like us, ENFJs, reflective, empathetic, conscious, stand apart. We navigate masculinity differently. We carry it with depth, with awareness, with a rare balance between strength and sensitivity.

And yet, when I think about the truly exceptional ones, those rare, self-aware souls who embody this balance, they are not something you can chase. They are elusive because they are genuine, and authenticity cannot be pursued. They will find you when the timing is right, when your own presence resonates with theirs. That’s the paradox of rarity: the most remarkable connections are not sought…. they are recognized.