Someone I love hurt me, deeply hurt me.
I thank that someone for he is my mirror. He cut me open and the light got inside.
All this light, it whispered to me.
It reminded me of the bargain we stroke a long time ago,
In another time, in another state, in another space.
Since the women’s traditional role shifted from being a housewife to a more professional or business-oriented way of life, women have been under the stress of the “superwoman syndrome”. Read more about it in this post…
The other day I was talking with a friend over coffee. After numbering all the reasons why we often think men are “good men” and “good partners”, my friend and I then asked ourselves if these actions or qualities actually make them “good men and partners” or they simply mean they are decent, functional human beings.
Why is the bar so low for men?
I sit there, my heart pounding, my fingers clutching my clothes without realising they are as the sound of guns continues… All I can think of is why? Why the hell are we watching this? Or better yet, why are we watching hell?
I used to believe love was enough, I used to believe that if someone loved you then it would work out. That if someone loved you and you loved them it would all be alright, that you would be able to overcome anything. I recently realised this is not true because love is not enough..
Now that we have to keep distance, it is more important than ever to make eye contact, to smile at each other from across the street or across the room, to wave at each other from opposite windows and sometimes just to say hello and start conversations with strangers with good vibes in coffee shops.
Nobody is exempt from hardships, but it always amazes me how many people actually believe some people are, and how easy it is to confuse positivity, resilience, kindness and the relentless desire to see the good in even bad situations as naivety and lack of experience or knowledge.
Siempre me ha gustado estar sola, la soledad era mi refugio. Ella me ayudaba a respirar, a relajarme, a escapar, a recargar mi energía… Nunca pensé que la soledad podría convertirse un día en mi prisión.
Ahora sé que estar sola por elección es muy diferente a estar sola porque no hay otra opción.
To find balance we need the Whole of Us. We need our Yin and our Yang. Too much or too little of either is not healthy. We need both. And most importantly we need to understand we ARE both. Sometimes we think we are only one part of the whole, that we are the part that has the Yin with a bit of Yang and that someone else who will complement us or rather “complete us” will be the Yang that has a little bit of Yin, or vice-versa. This is not true. We are Both. We are the Whole. And by integrating this Whole Within, we find our Balance.