I came to the world with a purpose stamped on my forehead half of century ago. I haven’t though, at this stage of my life, find the true meaning of romantic love. Should anyone feel pettiness for me? No, because someone like me is timeless and inexplicable bored with this octagonal world. And that includes men. I settle for nothing. I question the unquestionable. I derive to the subconscious with reasonable excuses and I navigate an imaginary world. My logic is women + men = equality. Nothing more. Nothing less. Incidentally, this equation is minimized in the environment I live, leaving me no choice but, to excavate to the true essence of my existence. A posmodernist woman? A loving mom with no strings attached? A hermit, by choice? A voracious lioness defending her territory in this patriarchal society? Romantic love weakens my spirit. One takes and the other gives unconditionally. No a fair picture. So I remain unattached. My true safe heaven.
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