Women like me are hard to love. We are intense, territorial, and unwilling to conform. Our presence challenges the depths of those around us, and we bear the scars of past wounds,wounds of persecution and strength.
We are misunderstood and often judged, both hated and adored, sometimes simultaneously.
Because we are concerned with crafting a beautiful appearance, people may mistake our light as the product of an easy, untroubled path, but only we know the truth,how profoundly challenging it is to be a woman alone in this world. We set out on our journey early, abandoning the comfort of a sheltered existence, trading security for the unknown. In this vast landscape of uncertainty, we are our only constant. Our hearts have grown familiar with injustice and pain in all forms, accustomed to the sharp edges of indifference, while kindness remains a rare and fragile offering.
We refuse competition because we are already enough to ourselves, without the need for embellishments or validation. We watch silently as others chase after titles and possessions, sprinting through life in pursuit of hollow victories. These things do not move us; we understand they are not the answer. Our light comes not from what we acquire but from the resilience forged in solitude, the wisdom carved from being an outsider, and the unwavering commitment to authenticity. We carry our scars and our stories, and in the quiet of our souls, we know that the beauty we hold comes not from anything bestowed upon us but from what we have discovered and nurtured within ourselves.
We avoid shallow attachments, seeking instead deep connections that transcend the superficial. We look for what has heart, for what has depth. And we always ask uncomfortable questions because we seek to find the truth in the hearts of those who interest us. We want friendships that aren’t fragile. We want to meet with bold people, crowned with an untired stubbornness to live their lives beautifully. We are tired of being forced into platitudes, having to say words like: “Fine. Good. Great. OK.” We want to devastate the world with our sincerity, with our courage, and with our passion.
We don’t merely seek the “interesting” or the thrill of the “adventurous,” even if it appears that way to others. Beneath the surface lies a deeper calling—a yearning for purpose that cannot be satisfied by mere novelty. When we find ourselves in a place, we do not just observe or participate for the sake of experience; instead, we turn inward and ask the questions that matter to us: “What is my purpose here? How can I contribute meaningfully? Am I truly serving a greater good?”
It is not adventure that calls us; it is the possibility of meaning, of resonance, of touching something real beneath the endless surface of things. We indulge in the spirit of rawness, we appreciate everything that bears witness to life being lived.
We understand the impermanence of life. Losing things does not scare us. We know that what is meant for us will inevitably find its way. Settling for what diminishes our spirit is impossible. Our hearts are fueled by the pursuit of love, truth, and freedom. We would never settle for half; we want it all in everything. We seek to drown in you, to become your blood, and to conquer all your territories. We would die for the dream of love.
To love us is to love yourself first and without fear. To discard the need for false appearances, to be authentic, and to accept truth as a part of the journey. It means embracing patience—to love across lifetimes, if necessary. To strip away the illusions that shroud the beauty of our inner worlds, to step out of self-preservation, and to begin truly living.
And when you cross paths with us, you will come face to face with your own light and shadows. We will unravel you, break you wide open, igniting a storm within the vast ocean that lies deep within you. To love us is to experience transformation—an endless cycle of love, resentment, and rediscovery, a journey through the labyrinth of your depths. In our presence, you will be stripped of illusions, laid bare to the truths you fear yet yearn to understand. Loving us means surrendering to the tempest, knowing that through the chaos comes clarity, through the breaking comes becoming.
THE WONDERMIND 