on being a woman

random thoughts

little girls will eventually grow into a woman and little boys will soon become men.. but before, that life must happen.. because the words man and woman embody a deeper meaning than what the dictionary tells.. why did i begin this entry with this line when its supposed to be about a video i watched.. a video that shows more than what the eyes can see. 

 

funny thing... how we always think that being a man and a woman is a process that can happen easily.. but i guess its not soemthing like that.. being a woman is going through a fearful change.. its giving up the joy and innocence of being a girl, the carelessness of the adolescence stage.. its like embracing the complexities of decision making and independence.. perhaps even with simple things like walking alone along the busy avenue, being lost and finding your way back home.. its like entering a dark tunnel, uncertain of what will happen along the way.. uncertain of what lies ahead.. uncertain if you can really make it there.. its like falling or rather jumping into the unknown.. its like developing your own wings and being surprised and amazed that you actually possess what it takes to develop a pair of wings.. its being strong to accept life and live with its conditions..which are, oftentimes, painful.. its losing love and finding love again.. its being hurt and finding the courage to forgive.. being betrayed and learning to trust again.. falling and standing up.. crying and laughing.. losing hope and discovering faith.. its living life without regrets. its giving up the idea of time machine.

 

and maybe being man is just the same as being a woman.. because although the two genders cannot be equal, they always complement each other.. i don't know much about the changes a little boy has to undergo to become a man.. i cannot speak for a man.

 

maybe my idea of being a woman is growing up, not growing old.. brave are the runners who still aim for the finish line even after the name of the winner was announced.. enjoying the rush.. loving the intensity.. not the idea of victory.. now.. where are all these ideas coming from.. i guess i'm fed up with imperialism and hypercommercialism of media...hahaha...

 

how can we keep our ideals.. how can we not forget the lessons that life taught us.. 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I believe hard for both girls and boys. Girls have many changes. Hard to go from child to woman. Boys have a different journey. Harder in some things. I like the description in the story. Open the door to many questions. Thank you for sharing the excellent story.
Coyote