Women Will Never Be Free

March 24, 2008

Women have always been slaves and they will never be set free. The illusion of freedom has prevailed for many years and countless are those who naïvely have been desillusionised by the promises of sugared lies.

Why women always have been enslaved, is for me a mystery, but perhaps it is because of jealousy, the most dangerous of all of man’s diseases. For, as women can be seen as the crown of creation (a point which has been made even in religious scriptures – that God first made a sketch, the man, and that He then went on to create the woman) the step is not long from celebrating the power of the female form to shunning it.

Even if women nowadays have rights, they are not free. In the earlier days of history, women were not allowed to indulge in any level of higher study, the home was seen as her realm. Today, feminists have changed the world – but not for the better.

In modern times, women are allowed to become educated, but it has gone far beyound being a simple right. Today, it is a necessity and all women must become educated.

That there is no freedom for women to choose what is best for themselves is what constitutes the prison of slavery which has surrounded the female form for so many years. It still remains, even in these enlightened times of ours, to my great sorry and agony.

For, a woman is not allowed to choose for herself, society has already made all of her choices and she herself has no point to add to the discussion. It is just like in ancient times, and among some of today’s cultures and religions, that society and men decicede what is best for the woman.

This angers and saddens me, for I wish to determine what is best for myself. I am a woman and I have been blessed with the ability to give birth to life. I fail to understand why I am by society am treated like this blessing is a curse.

When I say that I wish to become a mother, first and foremost, society laugh at me. For, as a woman, I am expected to become educated and make a carreer for myself, even if this happens to not be one of my wishes. Children, society reasons, is something one gets in time.

Gets? I then answer, baffled. Children is not something one gets, nor something one recieves. No, having children is a blessing, a life-time committment, something which should be greatly honored, not shunned.

The is only one truth which a woman has to face – that she has no right to determine what is best for herself. In ancient times the home was her realm, in modern times, the carreer is her path.

When will the day come when women are allowed to amke decisions for themselves?

And as a last point, I would like to add a slight wonder – how come that the land of the free soon no longer will be? For, if women are legally stripped of their rights to determine the fate of their own bosies, the modern times no longer will remain. No, the stripping of the woman’s power over her own body is the first step toward a degradation of the social nowm – back into the middle ages and the cultures the land of the free fears so much.

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I have had a revelation. I have realised that I am not depressed because I know the world is in severe need of my talents (no matter wha part of the world; the movie industry, the local museums, the hospitals, the governments… Do I need to continue?). I am not depressed because of above mentioned reason, I am depressed because the world does not want my talents.

I went to the museum today to see the exhibition “The Human Journey” depicting the evolution of the human form. Let’s just say that it bugged me. For, I wonder, why on earth are early humans supposed to be fair-skinned? As far as I know our closest relatives the chimpanzees and gorillas have heavily pigmented skin to protect them from the sun’s radiation. Why not the early humans? I get so mad at educational museums which have such inaccurate itemson display in their exhibitions. Teaching young children false facts. Shame on you Naturhistoriska Riksmuséet!

I mean, if I were in charge of the exhibitions, I would not let such an obvious error slide through my fingers or past my eyes. Not that I have a degree in paleoanthropology or anything, but to the extent of my knowledge, I, with my limited education, know more than people with Ph.D’s. It is the little things which freak me out.

Further, had I been part of the 10’000 B.C. crew, I could have saved the film’s reputation. I would have allowed it some artistic freedom, because let’s face it, who would watch the film if it was nothing but a historical document? Artistic freedom in all its glory however, but some things are not to be tampered with. And another let’s-face-it-fact, the world is already starving for knowledge. No one knows anything. It is a sad, but horribly true fact. Blockbuster movies have a responsibility toward the people. Small, but still very important. If big-scale productions can educate the masses, the world has gained a lot.

The world needs me and we all know it. Name me the next President of -Insert Country/World Here- and I will save the world!

It is too bad I never will be offered the chance to prove to everyone that my words are the most true of all. Ah well, in another life. Or, this life. It takes too long for this other life to arrive. ;D

Living Is Like Sleeping

March 13, 2008

I suffer from insomnia, more often than that it may be considered a rare occurrance. The reasons for why I suffer from the condition are many, but one cause is more prominent than all others. It is waking up that I dread. During my sleep I am pleasantly disconnected from the world. A black void of nothing surrounds me for the hours during which I am blessed by sleep. The void is uncluttered by dreams. It is like a scar in the pace of time, a wormhole which allows me to travel faster than light during the hours which pass from late night to early afternoons. Upon awakening, the whole world and its misery comes clashing into my world of nothing. It is a futile battle my peaceful, voidy night-world fights with the arrival of day.

Life is just like sleeping. The worst part is waking up. I have reached the stage of awakening in my life. I have opened my eyes, having been asleep for 18 years. Now, I see the world with alert eyes, and I do not like what I see. I can not believe that I have been stuck in a dream for so long, I, the one who never dreams. I have adored the black void which I enter every night. I have dreaded waking up, something which nurtured my insomnia. Now, that I have awoken from the sleep of life, I am in the worst morning-mood of my life. And I have no problems understanding it, as I know myself.

I have come to realize that the world is no perfect place. Upon realizing this, I have seen my future life shatter before my eyes. I saw the house of my dreams go up in flames, an arson fire set by a delusional pyromaniac. My future family – the man of my dreams and the children I already adore – are no more. They were gunned down in cold blood by one of the damaged youths of our society in decay. Out of all my dreams, nothing is left but some scattered debris. And in the middle of the misery, is none other than yours truly undersigned, a person who finally had awoken to see the world for what it truly is.

My whole life up until now has been a pleasant dream. I actually believed in the good nature of man and the encouraging words of that everyone may live the life of their dreams. Having awoken from this enchanted sleep, I am so beaten and so worn down. To realize, that is the worst curse of them all.

My dreams may have been vain, but they are what have kept me alive. I dreamed of a life of happiness. I did not ask much of life, and in my innocence, I actually believed that I could be blessed with the things of my dreams. For, it takes very little to make me happy – only the prospect of a happy, future life, including nothing but a wonderful family, a fulfilling occupation and a nice house to call home. Really, it was vain and immature of me to believe that there actually is such a thing as a happy life. Not a perfect life, there is no such thing, but I actually did believe in the promise of a happy life. I have now come to realize that there is no such thing as happiness.

There are no truly happy people in this world. There is always something which induces sadness and cynism in our lives. I ask you, you who are reading this, are you truly happy? I think not. No matter who you are and where you live, there is something which lies heavy on your shoulders, a painful burden which never will set you free.

The world is a mere charade. There are pictures which remind us of dreams, but pictures are never truthful – they always lie. One may see a picture of a wonderful place, an apartment for a person who just has started to live their life far away from their childhood home. Upon further inspection, one realizes that the percieved slice of paradise is nothing more but a filial to hell. Truth is that all aspects of life are like that. There is nothing one can do to change the world for the better, for a single voice is too faint to actually be heard.

I have started to believe that life is a big joke, and that there somewhere in the universe is a witty character who has the greatest time of his life, watching the joke as it unfolds. There is no point in being part of a joke where there is nothing to be won. To having woken up from a pleasant dream and realize that life is a mere joke, that is the greatest curse of all.

There is no point to dreaming, and it saddens me. For, my whole life up until now has been a dream. I have been far away from life in the real world, trapped in an oasis. Now, that I have grown old enough to taste the rotten soup of life’s servings, I start to think that there is no point to anything. There is no point in aspiring for a goal, for no matter the goal, it will turn out to be a hellhole in the end.