The Great Beard Quandary: To Grow or Not to Grow

I've decided I'm going to grow a beard again because razors are too expensive.

I've grown a beard before. While it wasn't full on lumberjack, grizzly thick, it's way more robust than what my 34-year-old Filipino cousin can grow. I'm not even sure he can grow a mustache. He must save a ton on razors. Lucky bastard.

Here's is what my beard looked like when I grew it out last year:

It was sort of an Amish look. Or Abe Lincoln. And yes, there are many white hairs protruding from my chin.

Here's my beard that I'm currently growing out:

I've got a long way to go. It's currently in that awkward stage where my chin is getting bushy and my cheeks kind of resemble pubes. But, there are less white hairs protruding from my chin. I like to call that magic.

And THIS is my ultimate beard goal:

That is some Tim Allen from The Santa Clause type of beard shit. Phillip Frank Decker has probably been working on growing that wild, bushy beard for the last four lunar eclipses. His facial hair is thick like molasses. I doubt mine will ever look like that, but I'm going to see if I can let it grow longer and bushier than last year before I get sick of it and decide to quit looking like a hipster vagabond and spend $40 dollars on a cartridge of razors that do not last as long as advertised.

So far, I've had exactly ZERO compliments on my beard from any women (which I'm not fishing for). Only other men with beards seem to encourage me growing my facial hair out. What do you think people? Let it grow or shave that shit off?