Ey woman

Commemorating something in the middle of this mess is hard. In times when liberal dreams are less than zero, and tolerance looks like something we are able to exchange for security, self-reaffirmation or even a joke, it seems like a waste of time to think about the good old days of freedom and equality. The warm days of rights and hope are gone.

Don't misinterpret me, I've been trying to continue believing in the idealistic situation of your freedom of constructing equally. I've been trying to impulse this ideal of equality in confusing and anger times, and for sure I see in every woman a person able to be empowered, to construct a better mankind, but I have to tell you it is hard to find a way.

Everyone is hiding behind their nihilism, everything is so insecure when we realise that we are just ourselves so connected to create nothing. Even I exchanged the liberal ideas for a while, I played the gender role, and I tried to not question the situations that will bring me a lot of nights of trouble. I was able to believe in the goodness of unequal, and I tried to convince myself in the pertinence of the strongest one, under any circumstances, and besides the obtained pleasure, something felt wrong.

I've seen amazing things to commemorate, believe me, the most amazing of my life. A moment of your empowered decisions and for sure the understanding of what is the women situation in a multicultural context. I have seen many women able to build a better world. But everything falls to pieces when I see the easiness of you interchanging your rights, the sadness of giving up your dreams, your unwillingness to fight for what you believe because it is more comfortable because you found a way to accommodate.

For sure I will defend your choices, but trust me that those decisions are not making us to progress. I cannot imagine women of older generations marching with today's apathy and cowardliness. I cannot believe that the fierce fight for equality has to be exchanged for the primary need of commodity. I don't even imagine how much have you been giving to have a little bit more fun.

And I'm here. Lost in the liberal sea, no one believes today. Maybe another land, perhaps the next year.