The indelible truths of a woman scorned seduce most parts of neglected elements. They melodiously shape and define journeys travelled to circumstances that form pillars that hold every character in place. When will we learn the hardships of courage and strength?! The teaching of introspection and significance is a gift many fail to find. Women remain in circular mazes in a mesmerisation of what could have been. It is a choice many of us fail to make when we are drowning in facts we knew were bound to happen. I tend to wonder if this is proof of our nature. This is the nature to settle in conditions that compromise our own realisation of our absolute greatness. We carry heavy loads and are still able to give with hoping and yearning hearts; to hope to erase many situations we have been lent by women who birthed us all. Our own sorrows are seven times bigger than one generation before us who carry a load before them. The beauty of knowledge has its flaws when women gather and share their lives. In cultured surroundings of marvellous wines and delicious meals the only common ground is the juiciness concurrence. Women try to be deep and get muddled in meaningless depth. In tales told by those who come from all corners of this republic, the face of homelands and townships and the face of suburbia and greenery they all fade before possibilities are real. Many find homes in comfort zones; where not a single truth is comfortable at all. In fears of admitting imperfections to the demise of sisterhood; supple foundations are built which continue to construct walls that are clear to fall. In an era where the fortunate award of being able to humbly guide and direct the aloof; the shame of genuine appearance cowardly fails. Dearest woman our vigour is not recognised in those we choose to keep but rather in the ability to constantly recognise “self” in positions we are given to constantly learn and nourish our growth. The growth that will eventually help us realise our ultimate peace. When we fail to capture this simple notion we tend to embark on journeys and experiences that occur time and time again to our downfall. The awesomeness of emancipation is a splendour that cannot be overlooked. The ability to live in a time that allows each one to articulate and to be every aspect our mothers were never allowed to be is such a beautiful blessing.
Controversial realities tend to hinder substance. When in essence the universe places most in times that beckon weakness those are the times women rise. In harmonious agreement the testimonies of similar experiences subsist. Heartache and pain, influential professions and minding homes as well as the similarities of stories of love and romance harness every character of our existing. Conceivably the companion of blame always is an authentic dweller. When lessons are not depicted from life encounters especially those that harbour decisions that were made with the belief of good intention. Accountability is a meaningful concept that is mostly shun upon as the simplicity of transferring emotion to fault is easier to handle. The embracing of own dysfunction is a wisdom that youth fall short to comprehend. Little women always vandalize, the beautiful ones always destroy and only when the important aspects of sense and perhaps at the same time misunderstandings are removed that is when the realisation of self acknowledgment is attained. In most state of affairs only the bad fundamentals are a focus and are mostly blanketed by blame. The broken hang their heads in the sky waiting for someone to tell them how marvellous they are.
The ideas do not precede time; they instead seem to constantly foretell the same story in different periods through unique experiences. To identify being caught up in a maze of the same tribulations of women who came before us and of those who came before them is an initiation awoken by the knack of acknowledgment and not of fear. To search for parts that are neglected in our lifetime without even being aware of their reality is such a throbbing matter. It eludes the ability to reach ultimate contentment. It hurts loved ones and it seats us in situations that deter true happiness and joy. When self gratification is sought through malicious avenues humility becomes the hand that calms. The hand that calms in many situations is not in a lovely and nurturing way it rather tames and places you in a corner where finally all that has been avoided is brought to light and urgently needs to be tackled. Women only learn when all that could have possibly gone wrong has surfaced. In truth all that should happen shall come to pass but it is in how it is received that defines many differences among women.
An epiphany that has become central is resolution in own strength. The amounts of times that we have embarked in relations that eat away at all the daring and self-belief we have built within normally requires only an occurrence in a lifetime. That once off occurrence has the ability to rattle and disturb probable progression of self-fulfilment. The beauty of bewilderment is the component of awareness that surrounds it. Nothing happens without some inclination of how things in the end could be. Like puzzle pieces that gradually begin to form a picture of regret and remorse the honesty of instinct is that we probably knew. The longing of belonging and affirmation is only a thief of growth. Even in prayer we can seek for a grounding path that alleviates the loudness of doubt and in peace we can claim only the goodness of all that takes place. When we miss opportunities to avoid the wrong we learn how to love incorrectly, to build homes incorrectly, how to wrongfully appreciate ourselves and we learn to neglect ourselves. Being alone tends to have a misconception about it.
Dearest woman do all that needs to be done because it is absolutely defined not purely for face value. Bid all that the past has harmed farewell, bow down to events that have hurt and scorned peace and soak in the lessons that need to be learnt. Never abandon the parts that also need nurture from within. The indelible truths of a woman scorned seduce most parts of neglected elements.
