I have been questioning my nature of late and I dare not voice these confessions verbally. As Mother had always taught me I will acknowledge my emotions, but I will never allow them to overcome me. They are a luxury that cannot be indulged. Sentiments hold no place in the shoes of a successful woman. In this world where Men would rather spend time underestimating what we Women are capable of. Wiles and charm go hand in hand. Does my conscious forbid me to do such a thing? Perhaps. But we are a product of what we have been taught. My mother was and is a formidable woman I can only hope to become half the woman that she is. Despite the fact that she divorced my father a tragedy of course. However, his antics would make any rational woman run for the hills. I still aim to find him. And I won't apologize for whatever means I choose to use in order to make that happen. Each breath we mortals take is that much closer to our deathbed. A woman is nothing but fodder for the desires of men that are already present. If their desires produce useful information then so be it. In the end, I make the rules. Whether one sees it or not. This is the path I have taken. The path that I must stay on. The sooner we accept what we are the better.
