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A letter to MANkind

You must understand the imminence of this post. Everything started 35 years ago, but it also keeps starting each day. 7 billion people get to decide how my and your day is going to end up. Have you ever thought about this?

I was a little girl scared to go behind the house after nightfall. I was an adolescent scared to antagonise bullies, who later became one herself, and who ended up writing endless diary pages on unshared love, aggressive affection and complete disillusionment. I was a student in a foreign country, who barely spoke the language and barely understood sexuality in its whole. I was a very young lady trapped in the wrong relationship, lured by the concept of stability and the amount of loved promised.

I am now a very curious human being in all matters of the heart, and in a way, I do feel that this is the main reason why I travel the world – to experience freedom, to break stereotypes, misconceptions and emotional barriers; to reduce the concept of suffering to a mere shadow of all that is human magic. To grow aware and to make sure that I always surround myself with emotionally mature and loving people.

This is about you and me. About what makes us different and what makes us the same. This is about our shared fears.

You are a person. No different from any other person that looks and feels completely different from you. I am a woman – this is my added value, just like being a man is. We are not the same, we are like the mountain and the sea, earth and water – equally strong and equally vital. Fierce by nature, our beauty should bow to nothing but the humbleness of time passing.

Nobody should be conditioned by fear, but women are, constantly. We are seen as easy targets, as naive feelings bearers; easy to manipulate and hurt, easy to get away with it. Easy to collect like prayer beads counted in a chauvinistic mantra. We are the mirrors of reversed frustration and pain; we are the friendly reminders of weaknesses and the vulnerability of human nature, all due to obsolete and convenient views of those who divided sexes and started a war with themselves.

We need to be careful when walking in dark alleys, late at night, when saying yes to a stranger, when working, when travelling alone, when having to trust people that would otherwise not represent any kind of threat. We need to abstain ourselves from showing our true feelings and emotions, from playing, from being spontaneous, from making mistakes, from being misunderstood and accused of making a man rape his own desecrated right to life.

I am thinking if there’s another similar example in nature. Any fascinating, strong and gracious creature who has to live in the shadow of whomever needs to compensate their limits with physical violence.

Women are by all means living up to all expectations. The sea can drown you or wipe your tears with the same caressing wave. And so can men or mountains lift you to the sky or drop you in a ravine. The purgatory of feelings points impartially in two opposite directions. But you always have a choice.

How do certain people live in this new world, where we encourage and bow to everything but violence? Where it’s ideal to be a person with an added value as opposed to a vessel of the biased gender?

Can we erase fear and her sister violence from the back streets and from people’s hearts, before we step back in time, over and over again in an unending loop of punishing moral reincarnations, of unpolished spirits and unexploited wisdom?

Can we just come to terms that it’s ok to feel sick in our soul and angry from the lack of comprehension, but it’s not ok to sacrifice and run over dignified creatures, trying to make the best out of their one shot at life? Can we ask for help and comfort instead of searching for solidarity gained from purposely inflicted pain? Can we just open our eyes and see that beauty, as well as compassion are the two notions which best define humans and their ephemeral existence on this planet?

If you’ll excuse my idealistic view, and despite being a near missed misanthrope myself; as a human, I have the authority to tell you that we are here to create and to love. We are here to respect and enjoy nature. We are here to thrive from affection and empathy towards all living beings. We are all the same, exceptions included.

As a human, I am asking you to keep me safe. Just as you would with anyone you care about. Be aware and give meaning to your everyday actions. Embrace the ever blunt reality that we’re all in this together.

True strength lies in our capacity to be kind, to love life and to respect it in all its forms. And from what I gathered in my life time, including the last 3 years on the road, this world belongs to the good ones and there are plenty of reasons to feel proud about humankind and to classify love and care as its main traits.

A letter to MANkind

You must understand the imminence of this post. Everything started 35 years ago, but it also keeps starting each day. 7 billion people get to decide how my and your day is going to end up. Have you ever thought about this?

I was a little girl scared to go behind the house after nightfall. I was an adolescent scared to antagonise bullies, who later became one herself, and who ended up writing endless diary pages on unshared love, aggressive affection and complete disillusionment. I was a student in a foreign country, who barely spoke the language and barely understood sexuality in its whole. I was a very young lady trapped in the wrong relationship, lured by the concept of stability and the amount of loved promised.

I am now a very curious human being in all matters of the heart, and in a way, I do feel that this is the main reason why I travel the world – to experience freedom, to break stereotypes, misconceptions and emotional barriers; to reduce the concept of suffering to a mere shadow of all that is human magic. To grow aware and to make sure that I always surround myself with emotionally mature and loving people.

This is about you and me. About what makes us different and what makes us the same. This is about our shared fears.

You are a person. No different from any other person that looks and feels completely different from you. I am a woman – this is my added value, just like being a man is. We are not the same, we are like the mountain and the sea, earth and water – equally strong and equally vital. Fierce by nature, our beauty should bow to nothing but the humbleness of time passing.

Nobody should be conditioned by fear, but women are, constantly. We are seen as easy targets, as naive feelings bearers; easy to manipulate and hurt, easy to get away with it. Easy to collect like prayer beads counted in a chauvinistic mantra. We are the mirrors of reversed frustration and pain; we are the friendly reminders of weaknesses and the vulnerability of human nature, all due to obsolete and convenient views of those who divided sexes and started a war with themselves.

We need to be careful when walking in dark alleys, late at night, when saying yes to a stranger, when working, when travelling alone, when having to trust people that would otherwise not represent any kind of threat. We need to abstain ourselves from showing our true feelings and emotions, from playing, from being spontaneous, from making mistakes, from being misunderstood and accused of making a man rape his own desecrated right to life.

I am thinking if there’s another similar example in nature. Any fascinating, strong and gracious creature who has to live in the shadow of whomever needs to compensate their limits with physical violence.

Women are by all means living up to all expectations. The sea can drown you or wipe your tears with the same caressing wave. And so can men or mountains lift you to the sky or drop you in a ravine. The purgatory of feelings points impartially in two opposite directions. But you always have a choice.

How do certain people live in this new world, where we encourage and bow to everything but violence? Where it’s ideal to be a person with an added value as opposed to a vessel of the biased gender?

Can we erase fear and her sister violence from the back streets and from people’s hearts, before we step back in time, over and over again in an unending loop of punishing moral reincarnations, of unpolished spirits and unexploited wisdom?

Can we just come to terms that it’s ok to feel sick in our soul and angry from the lack of comprehension, but it’s not ok to sacrifice and run over dignified creatures, trying to make the best out of their one shot at life? Can we ask for help and comfort instead of searching for solidarity gained from purposely inflicted pain? Can we just open our eyes and see that beauty, as well as compassion are the two notions which best define humans and their ephemeral existence on this planet?

If you’ll excuse my idealistic view, and despite being a near missed misanthrope myself; as a human, I have the authority to tell you that we are here to create and to love. We are here to respect and enjoy nature. We are here to thrive from affection and empathy towards all living beings. We are all the same, exceptions included.

As a human, I am asking you to keep me safe. Just as you would with anyone you care about. Be aware and give meaning to your everyday actions. Embrace the ever blunt reality that we’re all in this together.

True strength lies in our capacity to be kind, to love life and to respect it in all its forms. And from what I gathered in my life time, including the last 3 years on the road, this world belongs to the good ones and there are plenty of reasons to feel proud about humankind and to classify love and care as its main traits.

Georgiana Bularca

Georgiana Bularca

I passionately like and dislike all opposite things at the same time.

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