Monday, November 9, 2015

Her Perfect Life [1] : Detachment

The birds were chirping happily complimented the sweet sound of the rain. It was 6.30 in the morning, she opened her heavy eyes lazily. The rain constantly knocked upon her big wide window gently. She smiled, she loved the rain. She wished she could stay in her comfortable bed for the whole day, well she got work to do and she loved her job. 

She took a shower in her small yet sufficient bathroom. This one bedroom apartment was everything she ever wanted. The kitchen was not really big but the bar was a perfect size for two. The living room was enough to accommodate one couch and a medium size TV--even when she did not really watch it. What made her fall instantly with the apartment was the patio, it was also her corner to read and write. A place where she could watch people walk by the canal or just simply sit and did her research or wrote her novel.

After a quick shower, she prepared her day carefully. Did not want to miss anything. When everything were set--she wore her favorite black coat and rode her bike to work. She was so ready to start her Monday, despite of her short grudge when she woke up. She really did love her quiet and free life. Detachment--that what she was made for. Yet, she was not sorry for that.

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She loved her small city. The ride to her work place was really short and pleasant. The soft drizzles did not even affect her mood--if not improve it already. She felt the mellow alright in her chest but no harm came from it anyway. She passed the downtown, smiled to familiar faces. Maybe they were not familiar enough, but it was okay because she loved this anonymous life. Drama free. She could take care of her life properly and still be happy. On the other hand, she could fulfil every single need her family ever desired--even when she was not with them. At some point, distance was the one who could fix and improve. 

She smiled to herself and let the rain caressed her face. Life's good...

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Literally a Woman

Dear Women,

Stop playing victim to get what you want!
Stop with the water works to bring them to their knees!
Stop back-stabbing to bring others down!
Stop just stop being so insecure... because no one above will happen if you get over your insecurity!

Lets learn together.
I am not perfect myself, but I am so tired of this crazy attitude. Especially, if you are doing it for a man.

Gosh!
You worth more than that!

Stop convincing others about your value! If they cannot see it then it is for the best if they're not in your life.
Stop playing dumb to get attention and sympathy! Really? Begging for others' attention. Gosh! You want to be a star? Then work for the spotlight yourself.
Stop offering your body to get love. Love lust love lust. Yes, both are similar L-word however, one will make you feel like a queen, the other will make you feel like trash.
Stop polishing your physic while damaging your inner-self. At the end of the day, beauty is only skin deep. Once you are old and wrinkle, your personality is the one that will preserve your real inner- beauty.

Heavenly... When the fairest also play fair.
The weak is not always the victim.
The strong is not always the perpetrator.
May you and I forever fight our battle fairly...

You are better than being a victim.
You are better than those fake tears.
You are better than that 'slut' label.
You are better than a bitchy queen bee.
You are better than a social climber.
You are better than an attention seeker.

Whatever it is in your head, snap it out!
Get over it! Quit the easy way!
Stop being a drama queen! Start being a tough fighter!
You are way way way more precious than that...and you know it.

Sincerely,
One-Still-Learning-Woman