I could easily be that woman.
The agreeable one, the one who smiles and laughs…even when I find remarks less than humorous.
I could get married and have children
Cook and clean.
Look nice and delicate.
Be nice and delicate.
Capture my beauty through photographs,
I take of myself.
Be in the moment, live for now.
Love in seasons.
I could be that woman and many would love her.
You see, there is nothing wrong with a woman like this.
If anything, I would prefer to be her.
But she is not me, no matter how earnest the attempt.
I am a thought, always evolving.
How could someone love a woman like this?
One who rarely smiles,
One who rarely understands herself, but is in constant search for more,
More of what she, herself does not know.
Strange, how there are so many books, testimonies and scriptures explaining what it is that wise men seek…
Even the Bible states that a man of wisdom seeks knowledge.
But what of my longing, what of my questions?
The abundance of my happiness must stem from what?
Marriage, love, fertility, material belongings? All beautiful things. All fleeting, fleeting as am I in this moment. Fleeting like the short span that is a lifetime, but never like my words.
The soul’s purpose.