Friday, February 12, 2010

La croissance d'une fleur

There once was a girl, there is always a girl. Have you ever noticed that? In every story, every fable, every religion, every ambition and never far behind every ambitious man you will find a girl. Often times you will find a woman but I suppose every woman is still a little girl at heart. HEART! The heart is such an interesting specimen and an even more interesting idea in a conversation with a woman. We all have hearts but there is something very special about the hearts of women, something that will not be found in textbooks or laboratories at medical school. The hearts of women is born light, little girls seems to float as they walk full of joy and blinded by bliss. They carry this jubilee with them for as long as they can and they keep it close to their heart. As they grow older and begin to see the world for what it is they pick up some weight and unlike the male of the species whose weight rest on his shoulders, women place the weight in the strongest part of their body, their heart. By the time women get to college they become experts in gathering, storing and releasing weight from their hearts as they have had much practice doing so in high school. (Those that skipped out on those classes may find life a bit more challenging.) By this point and time in their lives women have come to expect certain things from men, non of which are good things but over time women have become tolerable. More important than their toleration for the ignoramus, indifferent, indecent behavior of the men they encounter is their understanding of such behavior. Not only do women go through situations but they also learn, they adapt and they continue moving. However in all of this learning and adapting to the male species it may seem that the women aren’t learning at all due to their knack for making the same “mistakes” time and time again but what the male species is incapable of comprehending is that what he sees as a mistake, women understand as a necessary proceeding because to women it is better to have loved and lost than to have never known love at all. The ability to undergo a lifetime of heartache, suffering, humiliation, disappointment, detachment and disrespect is what makes the female heart so special.

Je t’aime de belles fleurs!

-SoHo

1 comment:

  1. ''Je t'aime de belles fleurs'' doesn't mean anything it's like ''i love you of good flowers'' i don't know maybe it mean something in english but in french it's just funny, people will just making fun of you just like i did...lol

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