A woman is like music. Some music is loud and vibrant, drumming loudly through the streets. Other music is lowly and hums through the hallways, echoing its special message.
Some women are strong and fierce, not scared to hit the high notes on the piano or vocalize their thoughts and opinions.
Other women, like myself, sing my tunes in the simplicity of a small comfy place I can call home. The music similar to the joy I take from creating art.
Some men only like country music.
But what is a woman to do, when she sings a different song than a man wants to hear?
Then she must change her song. She must alter her style. If it is for the sake of true love, a woman must adjust to the needs of her partner. Some men require more up-tempo, such as a cook in the kitchen or maid to clean the house.
Marriage is the meeting of two beings inter-weaving with each other.
Some of the knots need to be smoothed out, and something has to give.
Sometimes in the name of love, one must sacrifice their passion in order to sustain that love. And the prize is grand; to love and be loved until the end of your days…seems more than worth it.
What are beautiful hands with no one to hold them? What is art with no inspiration? What is life without love? I will take the roughness of hands that know a cleaned home and long cooked meal, to beautiful hands without the loving embrace of someone special.
So then, is it that a woman must change her song throughout life to fit the mold of each man’s preference?
I would say some women are lucky enough to not have to.
Some men are able to see the beauty in the music of a woman.
