Restless minds
I find myself in comtemplation a state of mind I seem to enjoy on some level.... Women have so many titles they must endure. Daughter, sister, wife, lover, girlfriend, co-worker, mother, provider, housekeeper, cook, accountant, caregiver.... Only to name a few.
Each title carries multiple definitions... It's complex to say the least.... Each have so many expectations.... What happens to the women beneath the titles and expectation? Does she not have ideas, goals, individuality? Does she not want, need, lust?
Does she not get to expierence life? Is she not entitled to explore all life has to offer her as well?
Each title carries multiple definitions... It's complex to say the least.... Each have so many expectations.... What happens to the women beneath the titles and expectation? Does she not have ideas, goals, individuality? Does she not want, need, lust?
Does she not get to expierence life? Is she not entitled to explore all life has to offer her as well?