Woman: the infinite torch

When I was young, I listen to mom’s stories about princesses, knights, enchantments and
dragons, mystery and adventure. And when I grow older, I thought there’s not a dragon left,
not one brave knight, not a single princess gliding through secret forests, enchanting deer
and butterflies with her smile.

It’s not an anomaly; it’s a trend. Listening to these fancy stories makes you think
sometimes...it might not be a fantasy, not only are they here-and-now, they’re all that ever
lived on earth.

Our century, they’ve changed clothes, of course. Dragons wear government-costumes,

today, and failure-suits and disaster-outfits. Society’s demons screech, whirl down on us
should we lift our eyes from the ground, dare we turn right at the corners we’ve been told
to turn left. So crafty have appearances become that my prince can be hidden from me.

If we take a good look around and see a world too full of options and choices and dreams at
our fingertips to pick just one…a world that can only be tapped into while riding solo…a
world in which one is a company…and two’s a crowd. A world in which we live our lives on
the edge, have time to explore every last nook and cranny of our hearts to figure out where
it’s leading us next.

By which I mean you go to yoga every Monday, get a pedicure every Wednesday, and have
Girls Night Out every Friday and have a project presentation the following day and pull it
out fabulously. And there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that. Why, then, do people act as
though there is? Because it goes against the grain? Or just because she can be busy and
glamorous at the same time?

What makes her great is that she is as resolute as a man. She refused to compromise any
part of herself to fit into a mold that was never meant for her to begin with. She asks no
permission to feel good about choosing her life rather than having them handed to her,
charting her own path through life, and living life on her own terms instead of those that
are expected of her by her family and friends.

As little girls growing up, playing with dolls and carrying our fake purses around, it is
pretty much drilled into our heads that the pentacle of a woman’s life is marriage, kids,
career, stilettos and her credit card. And we sometimes miss out on something that the only
person who can truly bring her happiness is the one she sees staring back at her in the
mirror. She can indulge in one of life’s most simple pleasures – food. Or shopping maybe?
Or strike a balance between pleasure and praying. She is as strong as she is. There may no
real safety net for a woman or no fierce protector. No knight in shining armor to swoop in
and scare all the bad guys away when she’s feeling picked on at work.

BUT she has really brave moments when she kill an enormous cockroach or change a tire
by herself and she become completely convinced that all she need to do is slap an “S” on her
chest and she could save the world.
God made man stronger but not necessarily more intelligent. He gave women intuition and
femininity. And, used properly, that combination easily jumbles the brain of any man I've
ever met.

When the outside things began to impinge more rapidly until the objective world, with all
its freight of bad memory, ugly experience and prejudice, life had pretty much re-
established itself. Yet she always exude that character of a woman, by “that” i mean it
ranges from everything panache to independence.

What makes a good woman for her price is far above rubies? It is not one single act of valor
by men that constitute greatness but the seemingly unnoticed and unrelenting sacrifices of
a woman. For it she who turns a cold house into a warm home.

We are tough. We are bold. We are fierce. We are a force to be reckoned with. We embrace
our freedom as the gift that it is, we pay our own way, we march to the beat of our own
drum and we ask permission from no one to do so. There is a wisdom we possess that is
inexplicable; there is a truth to that intuition.

The power was always ours. It was always there. It never left. We are already all the things
that we hope to be. Sometimes we just have to go halfway around the world to figure it out.

In the end, no matter how close to home you stay or how far from home you wander, the
most important thing is coming home to yourself…and being content to be exactly who you
are in this very moment.