Looking at the title, if you presume this piece is a feminist rant, let me relieve you of the stress. It is not. It is just to show the writer is a woman. Now the air has cleared out, let’s explore what a woman shall do in this life just like any other confused bunch.

They say the distance from one head to heart is the farthest. It is probably why emotions and logic never take part in a same journey. How unthinkable?! How unforgivable, even? If life is all about the patterns to fall apart during pain and recover after the punches, it would be boring. Wouldn’t it?

Do you suppose a person becomes more of a human after suffering through a remarkable pain? Or is it just a mere coincidence that people who have been through a lot creates and become more in life? Even for those who have been through a lot, is it possible for them to see beyond the traps of their yesterday and live in the present? Is it really formidable for a woman to find a man in pain much more attractive than the rest? [If I may speak my mind freely]

Is it also a thing if people with less pain assume that they understand the pain of the worst? Let’s trace back a little and wonder if any individual human being is capable of understanding the fair share of another. Forgive me if I am sequestering you with a lot of wonders and what ifs? But is it really possible for a person to put the hypothetical shoes of the next person? Even better, is it possible [fathomable] to understand the pain of the other in a land of hypothesis? If such understanding is hard to grasp, how then should one live to see another day?

I am usually baffled by the rules of society. How can you be so unaware of a life that breaks, hurts, and entraps? How do you manage to see another day while surrounded by too much of misunderstanding, disrespect, and envy of what you could’ve been? What you should have become? The kind of being you were supposed to be? [whatever that means].

What shall a woman do for being taken less of her opinions? Her choices? Her life decisions and more so her distinct values in life? Is she ever going to find a friend? Will she ever be the one to rise from the ashes of the burning pain? Will she ever find a way from her head to her heart? If so, will life brace her to become more than of herself? Much better of what she will ever be? Or is she doomed to give away her hopes to the rues & dooms of life? 

Good thing life is not just full of pain. It is also filled with jest and denial. Until this woman finds a way to sustain the undeniable aches of pain, she would rather confide in the whelms of the jest. Perhaps, the better days will follow the whimsy of her jest to make her life a little easier. Or maybe not. Rant is over for now.