It’s Tough Being a Woman.. Or is it??

If there is the most colourful rainbow in the world, it would be a woman..

If there is the most complicated machine in the world, we can call it “Her”

For no oceans depth can match that of a woman’s heart with all its hidden chest of Joy, Happiness, Pain and Sorrow…

I can’t speak for other women, but I do for one, Me..

I may carry a flag that resonates with some and may create factions who would turn against me..

I am afterall a woman with my own mind..

I don’t apologize for being me, neither do I feel regret for my past imperfections

I’ve learnt to defend myself not through the art of Martial defence, but through the art of building a wall around me to keep myself safe within, away from the harsh bombardments of words that know no glimmer of truth to what lies within me..

But alas, how long do I have to stand hiding behind those walls?

The time has come, and I have seen those walls crumble like the Berlin walls, a history within my own world, the day the walls crumble, the day I allow myself to feel, whatever it may be..

To allow the rain drops to fall on my face, to allow the sun to burn my skin, to allow the winds to blow my body as I stand firm holding on to my invisible poles of faith and courage within

I fear none for you and me, we are the same, spiritual beings trapped in a physical form…

I have only reverence for my Creator, to whom I weep and cry my hearts woes.. and to whom I raise my gratitude to…

I have no fear to face the world, no more. Enough of these walls and this iron image..

Enough of running and hiding from the harsh realities that crumbles this frail heart…

I choose to Love openly and with that I take the risk of being hurt, humiliated or ridiculed for my Voice..

It’s the risk that makes me human, to feel, to err, to forgive and let go,to heal and grow ..

Who are you to tell me what I am made of..

Who are you to tell what I ought to feel

Who are you to define happiness or success…

You will never know, how this caterpillar fought in that cocoon to find its way out to fly not for its own freedom, but flying daily to seek out each flower to flower and on its journey, pollinates and creates a new evolution…

That every flap of this wing no matter how insignificant does carry its weight that can even change the course of the weather and life itself…

Oh, but how can I blame you, for you see with those pair of eyes through your filtered lenses…

I can be the ant or the queen, or the butterfly or the lioness hunting, or a mere fly … but I have meaning, purpose and existence to what I do no matter how insignificant..

Success isn’t defined by my occupation in life, who cares if I am a housewife, an office lady with the high heels in the high flying job or a janitor or a president…who cares…

Success is ..it just is, within my realm and domain of what I choose to be best at my playing field..

I celebrate my success and other women’s success wherever and whatever you do, in the best intentions, ….To you my women friends, those I know or don’t , I know and you know, we do what We Can the Best way we Know how, at the Best Resources we have at that moment in time, therefore we are a successful in our own rights, always in continuous pursuit for the higher good of our own self and those around us…

Live in my shoes for a day and you will know the meaning of my life, and until then your opinions remains at best your own reality…for your thoughts of me doesn’t create my reality…

For it does only if I permits it to be…

Yes I am hurt, coz I am aware that I choose to entertain your words to hurt me, for there is no way yours or anyone’s words can hurt me unless I allow it to …

I am aware and that I have a best friend in me, keeping me in check, this awareness I have within me, keeps me alert and filters off, your opinions your judgments and labels on me…

Your words came to me, for a moment of lapse, I felt the hurt, but that’s about it..For I risk this openness and authenticity of being me in the open thus I am aware of the risks of being looked at with your magnifying glasses…

Just as the tick of the seconds on the clock, that’s it. It stops there, I choose to stop your words from eating me up…It stops there…

I choose to love myself more than I choose to allow you words to stay and rot in me..

I choose to keep the weeds off my garden, and allow only the best seed of thoughts to come through me…

It’s tough being a woman, only if I allow it to be so…

I choose ease and grace of forgiveness..

My iron walls are only used to stop your realities from infiltrating mine….the rest I challenge with compassion of loving myself above all else Such that no matter what, I know who I am, my purpose, Intentions and contributions …

To you I may be the lousiest woman on earth, your standards…

To me relative to my own, I am my own best.. at most I have my best potentials within and every day I live, I live to inch forward towards realizing that fullest potentials in me to be the best I can be in all areas of my life…my kids, my family, my career, my life…

I may not be perfect in my acts, but I know my soul is Perfect, for my Creator, is Your Creator who has perfected our souls to be the Best of Him Creations…

Lies within me are Potentials.. and Lies before me are Resources..that I will use to my very best daily, in the capacity I can to Be the Best I can be, compared to you?? No Not you… compared to me based on my own beliefs about my own Soul’s potentials…

I will continue to fly and flap my wings and create my butterfly effects that will change the course of the winds… for every flap of my wings create a meaning, purpose and contributions beyond measure in my own ways…

I’ve said my Peace, thus I rest my Case of the Conversation of a Woman Vs Her Inner Voice

Suria

Writer is a Mom of 2, Nutritionist, Entrepreneur & Life Adventurer who is MADLY & Passionately in LOVE with Speaking & Writing to Lift the Spirit and Inspire the Soul..
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One Reply to “It’s Tough Being a Woman.. Or is it??”

  1. This is a beautiful prayer to hold in your mind and in your heart.
    There is so much in these words that allows to become this earth a better place to live in. If this would all that we would learn, we would be so much better off.
    As you can tell, I loved reading this, it touched my heart.

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