I had a dream last night... lending for some interesting thoughts- as usual...
I saw a woman, as if I were her, and she was trying to convince a loved one that she is pure. It was in a setting that reminded me of a kind of Egypt where there were strict distinctions of economic and hereditary classes/stigmas....
This is what I saw:
She was the target of a man seeking to mar her physical and emotional purity through stealing her societal status. Simply giving others the impression she was tainted would be enough to banish her and mock her future...
In the event of her attack a stranger protected her and warded off the offender by slaying him as the woman blanketed herself and hid- trying to protect her innocence . The problems arose when her loved one pursued her, to make her his bride, but found her painted red even though she was dressed in the purest white. All it took was one contrasting stroke to colour her whole existence/purpose. It was enough just to think she was somehow jaded to prompt rejection and contempt.
Thus spurred on the dream where unfolded an obstacle the woman had to survive to reclaim her "worth". This was like a sport whereby all whom were miss labelled, like her, had to enter into a challenge. A physical gauntlet of sorts where lives were taken, cut short prematurely, or given permission to carry forward as each step lent grace to do so. Where men of the world were her judge.
She dodged the dangers and held close the presence of those who believed in her. Daring to even race alongside others found in the same plight. It was not the rank or order of winning that mattered to her but the shear will to do her best against the odds. To war within herself to remain true to whom she was created to be- one without blemish, one made with love. A daughter, a sister, a lover, a mother, and yet still a woman meant to be freed from the bindings the world weighted upon her shoulders.
During this show of sport, if you will, the 'mighty men' watched, they cheered, they scoffed, they waited... wondering if it would be "their one" who crossed the finish line... meanwhile she pressed on not for them but for all that she stood for- A life worth truly living.
It was at this time I discovered some things:
The race of life is not about whom has their eyes on you but rather what/whom your eyes are set upon.
There may be obstacles that can take your life yet your life is not over until its over... keep fighting for it. You could make it further than you think.
Labels are just labels and they do not accurately display or stand for truth.
Accomplishment is not solely about the finish line but the journey towards it.
Oppinions are just attitudes misusing power.
Worth is what we embody, more than the physical, and it can not be stolen.
In Summary:
Even when the world tells you lies about who you are, stay true to yourself. You will come out winning more than you think. A strength, a peace, a plan, a beauty that shines brighter than the defining eyes of man. We are all winners, when we dare to try, dispite the odds or the reasons we are found in the race. It is not our physical life that carries our worth but rather the courage we claim while discovering/ connecting to/ fighting for/ and honoring whom infact we truly are... a treasure worth every moment...a beauty in its purest form... a diamond in the rough... created and cherished by the truest Lover- of us all.
