My ovaries work hard 24*7.
Menstrual phase → Follicular phase → Luteal phase → Then repeat
But what's the point when all this has to go in vain.
Sometimes I ask them (the ovaries ) what's the purpose of releasing an egg each month when I don't have any plans to reproduce in this lifetime. Is it a monthly reminder by nature that my womb is empty? Sometimes even a painful reminder.
I understand the course of nature; it has to ensure the continuation of species. But we humans have already transcended nature, we have mastered the deeds which were once considered beyond human limits in the past.
But when it comes to a fertile womb, it is still considered an asset. I don't know what to do with mine.
I wonder what if the milk ducts and the breast tissue developed after child birth? Currently, it has no use in my life, so why am I provided with the equipment beforehand?
To make me more feminine? To help attract the opposite? And finally a little creature called baby 👶🏽? Yes that's what the nature wants, it's obvious..
But what do I want
When I say I love 'him', Is that love not mine but a clever deed of the mother nature, labeling it as mine? And then she smiles after my delivery - mission successful : ) Nth tiny little thing arrived today. Target reached.
Why in almost every culture, nation and region motherhood is believed to be the ultimate joy and fulfillment? Yes it may be great but surely not the ultimate.
Womanhood is a boon they say. Giving birth to a life is so powerful, and women endure so much during pregnancy so she must be respected.
But is this not a conspiracy in itself? Putting someone on a pedestal merely due to their reproductive capabilities rips off the other valuable aspects. Its like worshiping the WOMB.
The least I can do is free myself from the nature's trap and think independently. Even if the thing I am calling love is nature's deed, I need to be aware of that. If I dig deeply, I find that the desires and those baby blues are not my own, I've been tricked.
If I know something is not my own but still decide to walk that path, then that won't be called ignorance.
Ignorant would be the last word I would like to define myself with.
Photo is mine
Signing off
