Being a woman is hard. To be a strong woman, even harder. And to be a strong woman with compassion, the ultimate challenge. The meek women often fail to understand, there is solid value in opinion. The aggressive often lack the tact necessary to be heard -- Loud, obnoxious rants get you nowhere, and a quiet, subdued existence is a boring waste of valuable space.
(Perhaps, the difficulty comes in finding balance between maniacal monster and muffled mutant?)
I believe the real misfortune lies in having to be a mindful female in the first place. Versus just being - is it not true? - genuine authenticity comes when you stop trying to be anything outside of you. Being authentic shouldn't take a great deal of thought or a great deal of work. Even balance would be cheating oneself. As balance is intended to normalize, to find an in-between. Maybe normal, or the in-between, doesn't fit for you. Or for me either. For her or for him, however, normal could be a perfectly normal fit.
(In my world, boxes confine people. Confinement suffocates. I fear enclosed spaces...)
And so it goes, I was talking to a friend who said he'd like to be 5 years old all over again when in this set time, authenticity is at its finest. In Kindergarten, kids fight over toys and crayons, yell at their peers when they feel justified to do so, and mutually, quickly move on without any malice or over analytical thought processing about why that kid took my crayon. And in Kindergarten it was okay to be a girl rough housing on the monkey bars, no real fear of the boys looking up her skirt, never once thinking she was any less of a girl for doing so; composure was not ever a forethought. Or an after thought for that matter. Likewise, boys and girls were both equally capable. Of friendship. Of sharing. Of disagreement. Of equal partnership; no real definitive lines drawn between the sexes. Aside from the occasional crush - both raw and honest - that really, only a 5 year old could naturally pull off.
Rather unfortunately, the adult male and the adult female have learned the trade, forgetting life when it was easy and when it was natural. When it just was. Expectations were few. Now, and amongst all of the skewing of lines, women genuinely have it hard. It's damn hard to be a woman! Not just any woman, but a real, respectable woman.
*BIG ass sigh*
In theory, the challenge for we women is quite simple:
Just be. A woman. A beautifully brilliant, wonderful woman. Find solace in the creation of you and take refuge in your natural state.
In practice, a challenging simplistic experiment:
Just be. An original you.
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