this is why i admire feminine beauty, will, strength. (and not in this order).
the peccadilloes of petty vanity bother me. who says one is more beautiful, more powerful, more splendid at 29 than at 30? where do we learn these things?
the bodies that people are presently chasing after aren't beautiful. they're more aged than women triple the age and who are lighter of heart.
it's the spark in your eye people love, not the smoothness of your skin.
i was told these tales. as a child, i believed them, and parroted them. i now know them to be a falsehood without the wisdom of an old woman's learnings. once, i never thought my breasts' cleavage would wrinkle. now it has, and i rejoice. why? because.... i have lived to see them wrinkle. i want to celebrate every wrinkle i get.
why would anyone want to die in their prime?
those who do usually have no interest or desire to. they want to live, but that choice is taken from them by a chance or a cruel, maybe foolish accident.
these people are loved because they fought to live, but they only seem to be remembered because they died young.
was romeo and juliet a story about love? no... it was about accidents and foolish pride. the one who won was the girl who Romeo desired and immediately forgot while he was at play with friends in his enemy's home.
there are people who believe lies so fervently they don't even realize (or can't believe) they are lies anymore. perhaps they become beliefs? one mate, one love, one home, one life?
one lie multiplies.
and some who remain children and are wounded children in mismatched bodies. they are scarred by the life an adult must live with a child's mind.