Women are not unicorns

— I wanted to benefit people. But there was something borderline there that did not inspire me.

I understand him. There are things in which you see yourself as the wrong piece of a puzzle. It seems that everything is fine and you are doing great, but you are not in the right place. It's like cracking nuts with a digital microscope, the result is incomparable, but the device is not used for its intended purpose.

We then sat together mentally. It was my birthday, and by chance on this day a popular blogger arranged a meeting with fans in a cafe. My husband and I decided that this would be the best gift for my holiday.

Daniel talked about how, living in his home for several months, he thought about life, searched for himself, shot and edited videos, tried to post them on YouTube, but lacked confidence.

And one day his wise mother said: “My dear son, the time has come for you to stop, stop doing what you need and look at what you want. There is no need to chase ideals and stereotypes. There is no need to work for food and shelter. I'll give you as much of it as you need. You are incredibly talented and I will support you throughout your journey of self-discovery. Please find the meaning of life. And be happy."

“And I started looking. Now I was confident in what I was doing. YouTube video? Please, only the best, necessary, useful, following all algorithms for maximum coverage. And away we go"

These are his words, not exact, but that's the idea.

There was someone in his life who solved the basic problems of existence, what to eat and where to sleep. And the guy, instead of playing computer games, turned himself into a star (I’m not afraid of this word). Within two years he became popular and supported himself again.

And do you know what the difference is from the previous state? Self-realization.

This is what I want to talk about today.

“You talk about this the whole book. Change the record?"

Oh no, no. I won't bother you with my tediousness. Just ask yourself: Are you a digital microscope that cracks nuts?

One day I discovered that I was so handsome. A shiny metal device with several lenses, advanced digital optics inside, perfectly accurate readings of the sizes of all ciliates and atoms, which someone holds in his hands and hits the hard shell with all his might.

Who's holding me?

I myself, mother, change my mind. (This expression is difficult to translate into other languages).

Me and no one else! Oh my God! Is there really no puppet master, system or nasty conspiracy theory masons who are manipulating me and preventing me from fulfilling my dreams?

Yeah. (I nod with my eyes wide open and a tight smile).

Ladies, there is no one but the fictitious villains in our heads. Tyrant husband, authoritarian mother, totalitarian government? They are scary only when we allow them to command our minds.

Have you seen the film “Escape from Pretoria” about the overthrow of apartheid? Highly recommend. Even though it is about men, we are all human and we are all equal.

So, cast aside your fears. And admit it:

A woman is a person, not a rib.

A woman is a person, not a unicorn.

A woman is a person, not the weaker sex.

On that day, the day of my thirty-second birthday, I realized my existential crisis. Everything was fine with me, I had already achieved the life that I had been striving for all my adult life. It's time to make your childhood dreams come true.

What did you want to be as a child? About two years?

You weren’t thinking about your husband, children, house, car back then. Have you thought about your vocation? About the role you will be happy in when you grow up. I’m not talking about a later age, when it’s already been explained to you what’s what.

I'm talking about two years, the first days of your speech and expression of thoughts into intelligible words.

Do you know who I wanted to be? Astronaut.

Then also an actress and writer.

See! Everything is very prosaic. Who among you hasn't wanted to be an astronaut, raise your hand!

Yeah, gotcha? Why should we all fly to the moon now?

Why not?

Nowadays, space flights have become a reality for ordinary citizens. Yes, the prices are fabulous and there are few volunteers, but it is possible.

Actress? Ugh, that's a piece of cake. You just have to work hard on yourself, endure criticism and break through.

Writer? Already.

What Wikipedia says about existential crisis.

An existential crisis is a state of anxiety, a feeling of deep psychological discomfort when questioning the meaning of existence. Most common in cultures where basic needs for survival have already been met.

Well, that is, you know, they got FUCKED. I can just hear the sarcasm of stand-up comedians on this topic. Like, why are you tired, children in Africa have nothing to eat? What meaning in life are you looking for when the air in India is dirtier than smoke?

These are wonderful words, especially from the lips of people who have realized themselves. They tell us folk morality from the stage, but are they sages?