I like to express myself ,quiet yet passionately.I heard somewhere that the most beautiful makeup of a woman is passion ,the passion which is expressed by our action ,our feelings ,our way to be .The passion to love and yet to be loved ,the passion to be surrounded by people or the inner peace which is found in a women loneliness.If you meet a woman of whatever complexion who sails her life with strength and grace and assurance, talk to her! And what you will find is that there has been a suffering, that at some time she has left herself for hanging dead.So sad but so true .How many women were in there at some point in their life ? Politically speaking I am one of them but like others I didnt know what was going to happen.When you are young you view life differently .I did so .I perceived life as a rainbow .The picture were beautiful and the colours ,mindblowing ….I figured out that I had to touch the rainbow .I was young and restless and I didnt wait for my paint to get dry so I went and played ,I played until I ve got dirty and messy .Life is messy sometime but its good when you have the power to stand up for your action and get up .Get up ,clean the mess and wash yourself .If you knew what was going to happen, if you knew everything that was going to happen next—if you knew in advance the consequences of your own actions—you’d be doomed. You’d be a stone. You’d never eat or drink or laugh or get out of bed in the morning. You’d never love anyone, ever again. You’d never dare to.
I love to read and I like a book called,, Eleven minutes ”written by Paulo Coelho .Actually I like all his books because their are full of means.here you go the quote I like : “I am two women: one wants to have all the joy, passion and adventure that life can give me. The other wants to be a slave to routine, to family life, to the things that can be planned and achieved. I’m a housewife and a prostitute, both of us living in the same body and doing battle with each other.”
Beautiful isn’it ?Passionate ,adventurous hence quite and lonely .Men and women are so different .I wonder if the men feel the same as the women do .
Man can never know the loneliness a woman knows. Man lies in the woman’s womb only to gather strength, he nourishes himself from this fusion, and then he rises and goes into the world, into his work, into battle, into art. He is not lonely. He is busy. The memory of the swim in amniotic fluid gives him energy, completion. Woman may be busy too, but she feels empty. Sensuality for her is not only a wave of pleasure in which she is bathed, and a charge of electric joy at contact with another. When man lies in her womb, she is fulfilled, each act of love a taking of man within her, an act of birth and rebirth, of child rearing and man bearing. Man lies in her womb and is reborn each time anew with a desire to act, to be. But for woman, the climax is not in the birth, but in the moment man rests inside of her.” ― Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934
Hmmmmm……Life is so complicated ….
A woman knows very well that, though a wit sends her his poems, praises her judgment, solicits her criticism, and drinks her tea, this by no means signifies that he respects her opinions, admires her understanding, or will refuse, though the rapier is denied him, to run through the body with his pen.
I learn to write …I learn to love my pen …I dream..I dare …