Today I stumbled upon this post on imgur (a website I practically live on).
I...can't express how sad I was looking at the pictures of these beautiful women who have experienced nothing less than absolute tragedy in their country, mostly based on the simple fact that they are women. 
One thing is for sure, I completely feel for every single woman. 
I cannot imagine having acid erode and burn through my flesh for any reason, but especially when it's a reason as trivial as me denying you marriage or me being BORN a woman. 
Us women have been dealing with the idea that we are inferior to men for thousands of years.
I truly wonder where it all began.
What is so bad about being a woman? Why are there so many countries where women are still so oppressed and neglected? Why are we almost always the second class citizens?
I will always love being a woman. 
I feel blessed that God put me in this body that is pretty extraordinary. The fact that our bodies are constructed so that they can give life... THAT is amazing. 
Without our bodies, there would be no men. There would be no birth.
We are created so that our body can hold an nurture another human being for nine months.
The idea that the same human being that you nurtured and birthed can come back and deem you invaluable is...astonishing.
It just doesn't make any sense.
I really need to figure out what I can do to change this because my heart breaks when I see pictures like the ones posted on imgur.
It breaks when I read about female genital mutilation.
It breaks when I hear about rape statistics and when I watch absolutely heart-wrenching and upsetting documentaries like "The Invisible War."
It breaks when I hear about countries who do honor killings or who kill their precious daughters, simply because they are not boys.
I just don't get it.

A few months ago, a thought came to me.
I am finally deciding (now) to post this thought.

If I were a cartoon, a light bulb would have illuminated above my head.

I wrote this:

Life can be a balancing act, a teeter totter, between what we know to be real and the reality we choose to accept.

And this is what I have found to be so true, in my life and I've witnessed it in the lives of other people .

It's amazing to SEE it in other peoples lives though. I mean, I think that I have kind of always known this in my life, but when I see other people balancing on this fine line or teeter tottering between what is real and what they choose to accept--- it's astounding.

I think it's the only way that we keep ourselves sane.

I believe that we feed ourselves heaping servings of pseudo-reality so that we can get by.

Many of us walk around everyday, half-smiling, trying to convince everyone (including ourselves) that everything is okay.

And for many of us, things ARE okay.

But I do believe that we have a deeper level to our soul and a deeper connection with people that we do not try to get to.

We stay floating above the surface of a sea that is twenty thousand leagues deep.

It's painless. It's blissful. It's ignorant.

It's fake.

It is a thoughtless living. We choose what is easy to think about; we chew what is easy to swallow. Everything else, we ignore; we leave it on the shelves to collect dust.

But it's there.

Why do we do this to ourselves?

Why do we choose to pretend that we are these barely full vessels walking around with one eye open?

Why is it so threatening to be our real selves?

Why do we ignore reality and our real feelings and trade it in for the fake stuff?

Like I said before, sanity must be the answer.

Maybe we can't be sane people if we stare at our problems all day long; but I do kind of feel like staring at our problems may prompt us to fix them.
Staring at the insane may cause us to question our sanity...but maybe in turn embrace our insanity. 

"Sanity is a cozy lie." 
-Susan Sontag

"For me, insanity is super sanity. The normal is psychotic. Normal means lack of imagination, lack of creativity." 
-Jean Dubuffet 


"I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity. "
-Edgar Allan Poe 

Abyss.

I decided to write this blog and to make it as not-about-me as possible.

My other blog is VERY about me & very personal; however, I wanted this one to be just about thoughts I have.

Not thoughts necessarily related to circumstances, but thoughts related to life in general.

Thoughts about poverty, thoughts about the glass ceiling, thoughts about "reality" and life as I know it.

But I don't want this to be a blog ever starting with "Today was an awful/great day because..."

This will just be the overflow of the abyss of my thoughts.

A-byss:

-Noun:

1. A deep, immeasurable, space, gulf or cavity; vast chasm.

2. Anything profound, unfathomable or infinite. *

(*Dictionary.com)