All women have their days, where you feel, no matter how much you try and straighten your “act”, your day just does not get any better. And, no matter how hard you try and find a word of inspiration, at that moment, you just want some surety that there are real women in the world, who face the similar tedious melodious music as you, someone who is legit. Most importantly, someone who you can trust, to share your greatest sorrows, disappointments and greatest moments with.
It kind of sounds something like, “if you can love me at my worst, then you can love me at my best.” This does not just apply to married couples or two souls who are in a romantic relationship, it applies to every kind of relationship.
As I was searching for blogs to follow, of women who have gone through worse moments in their life than I did, I came across so many repetitive blogs of “inspiration.” Don’t get me wrong, I am all for inspiration, but I am also all for where your passion to do so, was fueled. The blogs I read, was very one toned and I seek that mystery, the actual heart wrenching moment that made you tell “your story,” the story of truth, depth and heart, the story that made you victorious, that for me is inspiring.
We need real women, who can talk to one another, whether it be senseless or sensible things, us women, we need to talk, all the time. The world doesn’t make it easy for us to open up and be the non-submissive, empowered and liberated women we are actually meant to be. Partially, we are still governed by the unspoken rule, which is frustrating at times and humbling on other occasions, but the truth remains, is that we can hardly ever be free to open up, COMPLETELY!
We “like” and “follow” pages that has no relevance to our lives and that puts us in a deeper kind of “depression,” we befriend people who seem to have it all “together”; and on the contrary, we need to know that there are real women out there, with real problems, who have gone through hell and greatness; knowing that even they didn’t have it all “together.”
We need women to improve us from our tattered lives, so that we can improve some other women’s tattered life. We, WOMEN, should be fixing one another’s CROWNS; and not laughing or snickering at one another’s failures, mistakes or misfortunes; and we shouldn’t be passing comments or conversation starters that speaks about “what she had to do” to live the fortunate life she is living, we should be embracing the lesson, allowing ourselves to gain that knowledge on how to achieve that life. Truth remains, that woman, that you thought has her everything together, on some days, actually doesn’t have it all together. Even so, we shouldn’t be having the “I told you so” smug looks on our faces, instead we should be there when that woman breaks down.
We cannot drop one another’s crowns, it contains special gems, those special gems are us, women. Get rid of the useless stones that we throw one another with; and let’s restore the gems that fell.
If we do not have any women, true enough to straighten each other’s crowns, how do we enter a Royal Kingdom and call ourselves Godly women. How do we liberate women nationally or internationally, who have no rights whatsoever, if we cannot put our disillusioned differences aside?
I will straighten your Crown!
Are you willing to straighten mine?