My stories are not all about love.
I am referring here to this story and perhaps also some that I have already written.
However I consider a lot that is.
So much is unknown in that field.
And I am not afraid to explore and find what is there.
Wild women, seems to be something.
I wanted to say a theme, but I don’t think it is.
Not some kind of attraction to see in the circus.
However, it could be that it was back in the days.
Many moons ago.
Today it is being promoted, for you to find and something to have.
If it is for your own good.
Remains a question to me.
Online courses I have seen passing by.
How to dance and how to unlock that power of the so-called wildness, women seem to have.
I looked at some of those advertisements.
Never a viber in my body that wanted to attend or wanted to ‘learn’ something that it seems to be something you need to be learning.
Of course as a woman.
I am going to be honest here.
It all seems a bit crazy to me.
‘To unlock that kind of power’.
And I don’t even know if that is truly true.
Not that it is something that is important for me.
I almost couldn’t come up with that word.
‘Unlocking the wild woman inside’
It still seems strange to me.
Even when I write it down, again and again.
It is not something I want to have or think is an addition to my life or to anything that I am missing.
To me it is just portraying something that we, as a woman, seem to be having.
But I think the clue for me on this topic has nothing to do with women in general or as such.
In none of those advertisements the logical explanation on why it is so important to have was there.
The reason behind it was lacking.
For me to conclude.
It was for me never an option to attend these courses, just something that was passing my eyes.
Perhaps I just need to write it down, to set that boundary for myself, ‘but no thanks, I will let this one pass’.
Nothing that is alluring to me or a piece of myself I want to be having.
However I do think that there is a wildness in women.
Something untamable, perhaps even intangible.
And that seems to be more right to me.
A wildness that has nothing to do with femininity or women as such.
Perhaps not even as love.
But for some reason it feels right to label it in this way.
To me it does belong there.
I see it as a piece of myself, as a human being.
You can even put it together as a part of me being a woman.
But as fragile and sensitive as that is.
It is not something that is locked or as the advertisements mention it as something to be unlocking.
Because it is not a lack, but an abundance that is residing in me.
And with acknowledging it like this, my mind is at ease.
To not interfere with the craziness some women are being.
And I have to say, being a wild woman or having this wildness inside it is not for every woman.
And that is really the beauty.
However I believe I have it.
A consideration that is going further than being a free spirit.
Something I have been writing about in another story I wrote and I also see a part of who I am.
What I want to say with all of this.
To have a certain wildness is something healthy.
It can be seen as something feminine, but it has so many angles and points of views.
That tagging it as women’s consideration is lacking for what it really stands for.
A piece of love that is out there.
For us to be found.
For whoever is wild and free enough in his mind to understand that it is something to love about ourselves.