MY KIND OF WOMAN

My kind of woman has long ago ceased wasting time searching for her identity; she has been, instead, utilizing her energies by cultivating for herself and for others – human dignity. She has examined her own life and found it worth living. She has done away with fears and superstitions by developing for herself the capacity for critical thinking. My kind of woman is in love, always in love with the power of thought. My kind of woman has already accomplished great wealth; she has found it in mental health. She is no longer pre-occupied with material possessions by amassing more riches on a daily basis. She would rather be creative for her own family and her own life with human consciousness. She embraces the values of her own thoughts and those of others who enjoy the power to think. She is not afraid of change; neither does she fear making mistakes. She knows that we are all entitled to make mistakes anyway. But as she is always on the side of flexibility, which encourages the growth of her own personality, she values ends, not means. She knows where she came from; she knows where she is at present; and more important, she knows where she is going. In the meantime, she does not care to believe. She wants to know. Aside from being transformed, my kind of woman would rather be more informed. She is not a woman of childish and silly prayer; on the contrary, she is an intelligent and an avid reader. My kind of woman is, indeed, a rarity. She thinks it quite dreary to meet bright young men and women wasting away their precious talents and abilities struggling only to achieve financial stability at the expense of intellectual maturity. She has duly recognized the fact that, in the end, no matter how much money one has amassed, no amount of money can buy intelligence for the fool, or buy admiration for the coward, or even buy love for the loveless. Indeed, my kind of woman considers it quite pathetic for moneyed individuals not to be involved in the business of scientific knowledge and its diffusion. She appreciates deeply that the good life is one inspired by love and guided by knowledge. My kind of woman thinks it impossible to love or be loved while one is living in fear. In the contrary, love has a basis in courage as love promotes the growth and stability of one’s identity. Love has nothing to do with childish dependency, nor has it anything to do with abandoning self-reliance. Indeed, my kind of woman thinks that there is nothing admirable about being poor in spirit. On the contrary, she says, we should all strive to become rich in spirit. Those who are rich in spirit are always eager to learn, to explore, and to discover the power of knowledge. Those who are rich spirit need not be blessed; for theirs is the kingdom of love, beauty, knowledge, and the joys of life. My kind of woman therefore has set aside the prospect of gaining eternal happiness after death. She would rather share constructive ideas and hard work needed to improve the human conditions right here and now on this earth. The only miracle she recognizes as worthy of believing is the miracle that comes from the power of the human mind and human heart. My kind of woman is strong in character and quite independent in her ways of thinking. She is sensible because she has learned to embrace within the orbit of her concerns the interest of her own society in particular and those of mankind in general. Human poverty moves here, human suffering affects her, and human squalor bothers her – deeply. Indeed, my kind of woman is no longer a superstitious primitive; she embraces as she cares for the happiness of the human race! In the meantime, she recognizes the fact that there is no such thing as security in this life. To believe otherwise is nothing but superstition. My kind of woman is a humanist. She cherishes the cultural and intellectual viewpoint that affirms, not denies, the power of the human spirit to determine, to express, and to attain what is truly great of human beings: to be creative, joyous, and free. To have confidence in fellow-human beings which is the foundation of civilization. My kind of woman believes that the greatest tragedy in life is not the truth that we are poor; on the contrary, we are poor because we are not searching for the truth. Indeed, she says, the greatest failures in life are those who have been living with the wrong answers to questions that they themselves have not even asked. The worst kind of poverty is the poverty of the mind. And heart. And so, my kind of woman enjoy the best of wealth, the wealth that comes from mental health for in them contains treasures far beyond the human imagination. I love and respect my kind of woman. She has freed herself from the tyranny of prejudice and distortions due to a narrow view. She is a lovely woman. She shines with femininity as she radiates with rationality as she is always at home with veracity. My kind of woman is happy because she cares about this world. Our world. She is a great woman – one who has the courage to create human beauty in this world where nature has only put divine stupidity. Poch Suzara Facebook# Twitter# Google#

comment:

Poch,

When did you write this wonderful piece? How long ago, and what are the feedbacks? You've a great analytic mind.

Best regards always,

Julia Carreon
March 16, 2017