The dilemma of woman is that she must risk herself to lead the best possible life for herself, and yet cannot afford to take too many risks. A girl’s path is narrow - if she take no risks, that is in itself a risk, because she misses her window and opportune timing until the culmination of her inaction leads to a most reactive and scrambling desperation upon the realisation she wasted too much time and took too long - a terrible position to be working from. The “do nothing and wait” approach to life encourages passivity and cowardice and thus a sense of learned helplessness. It teaches a girl to become a spectator of her own life, rather than a conqueror and thereby active participant in her own destiny. Such a woman realises she must preserve herself, and yet has done so so rigidly that she has no forward motion, meaningful spiritual growth nor progression towards her heart and soul’s truest desires, and thus blames God and the world for her “bad luck”, because the things she never stuck her neck on the line for - the things she never fought for - did not simply drop into her lap. Take too many risks, be too reckless, and you ruin yourself. Take no risks, be too rigid, and you ruin yourself. Almost all paths for woman lead to destruction - but there is a third way, my dear, and that is the love of wisdom. To gain a love for all that is true and correct and good from a young age, generally around when you experience that crisis of self in your teens, to gain a love of conquest, and then apply your discernment to your desire to take informed, intelligent risks. So rather than be a girl who does nothing, you move decisively. You are neither passive nor reckless, but you are patient. She checks herself and so she asks herself “am I doing the right thing for the right reasons here?”“is this truly aligned with my highest self?” She does not waste herself on inadequate men, nor refuse to give herself to the adequate - but crucially, she surrenders on her own terms. If paradise requires surrender and it is a girl’s destiny (and secret desire) to do so, then she may as well dictate the terms of her surrender so that she may do so beautifully in the highest and most meaningful way. This is what it is to be a girl who gets it right. Nobody can promise you that your dreams will come true and that everything will work out well for you, because some things are down to God and luck - however - you must do your bit to ensure God and luck can assist you as much as they possibly can by playing your part, meaning you must be willing to discern as much as you are willing to fight - you must risk - you must apply yourself fully. You must not be an observer of your own life, wasting time by doing nothing, pretending your idle waiting is a something, and yet you must also not ruin yourself by being reckless. Be cautious, but be mindful, observe, think, and research thoroughly, but not endlessly - and when you know what you know and cannot know it any better - then just do it - fucking do it - love violently, dare to blossom and risk yourself, sweet creature.

You must ensure the survival mechanisms that protected you in the past do not sabotage what you’re trying to build in the present.

My brutality is what gives my beauty substance, my beauty is what gives my brutality legitimacy.

There are trade-offs in all things. Those of us who are honest with ourselves simply decide what we prefer and are unable to live without, and choose that over everything else. There’s always going to be something desirable you can’t have. The fear of missing out is a curse. It's the hedonic treadmill of chasing novel pleasures and experiences to overcompensate for the frustrations of your present situation, only to discover that these alternatives carry their own presently unseen pitfalls and frustrations. That’s why peace comes from just knowing what matters to you and focusing on that, without focusing on all the alternatives. I think people are somewhat cursed to be miserable when no matter their choice, they are prone to consider all the could’ve beens that weren’t.

You should nourish within yourself a high truth preference in all matters, not just regarding the abstract, but also in regards to yourself, for if you wish to be a strong person and live the best life possible, you cannot allow fear to take root, become your master and govern you, for the more you make denying reality your go to method for coping with it, the more you must pretend, hide and deny to simply exist - so now ask yourself: does a prisoner of fear strike you as someone living this life in the way aligned with their highest potential selves? Are your heroes prisoners of fear? Do you permit your cowardice to dress itself as aesthetic sensuality, higher morality or intelligence, and tell yourself that by giving into one of the lowest parts of yourself you are doing the right thing, or do you keep lying to yourself as much as you lie to others? The brutality of reality is that just because you pretend something isn't real, doesn't mean it isn't, and thus the effects of existence continue to exert themselves upon you, for your denial of a thing does not erase the effects of that thing. You see, in needing to hide from reality, you are still subject to it, because rather than free you, the avoidance of it has forced you to organise your life around it - and thus in attempting to escape it, you have merely exchanged the burden of confronting it for the more onerous burden of perpetually hiding from it - either way, you must live with it - and only one way lets you master it. Strategically speaking, you are also incredibly vulnerable. Anyone who discovers what you are hiding from can simply force you into confrontation with what you're avoiding on terms which are not your own, and in doing so, ambush you by imposing it on you to destabilise you. This is another price you pay for lying to yourself: a big gaping tactical vulnerability that allows people to hurt you by doing nothing but speaking the truth to you, and truth like beauty and goodness is part of the trifecta that forms divinity - so what does it say about you when something pure can hurt you? God did not put you on this Earth to be wounded by truth, and so it is far better to make truth your friend and wield it as your weapon than let it become your enemy - because repeatedly choosing against it has made you vulnerable to it.

All women are mad, but it is only your madness that I savour - that is divine to me. I’ve always known how to get you just as you know how to get me, for I am you just as you are me, and so to witness me is to witness yourself. Why else would I love your madness? I am mad. Mad within my own right, but also for you and because of you, in spite of you and in honour of you. You grasp my contradictions because they’re yours too, and so we need no explanations, for even in silence our intuitions resonate - I sense you as you sense me, so know I do not discriminate, except that I do, against each and every one who is not you, my eternal one, my forever, my Eve.

Truth requires courage, and courage is necessary to love, which is why only those who align themselves with truth can really love you, because only they actually see you and thereby truly choose you, rather than the fantasy they have projected onto you that they call you.