Cyn is one of my closest friends.
She is this cheerful innocent sprite of a girl and you can see no evil in her.
A couple of days ago, I called her and we talked a lot.
At one moment I explained my opinions surrounding feminism to her.
I said that women, especially in this country, had their heads imprinted with an idea that they could not become a real woman without getting married, thus making their true existence only to become a wife.
“Feminism tries to free women from this false idea,” I said. “It basically says women have the options to pursuit more dreams. They too can
change the world instead of just trying to get married.”
Upon hearing this, Cyn said with her signature spritely childish voice, “I am a feminist!”
“Oh, really?” I replied. “And what kind of big goals you have other than getting married?”
“I want to finish reading Madame Wu!” (It is a book she was reading then)
“Uh-huh? What’s so big about that?”
“Of course it’s big,” she said. “
It’s something only myself can do. Nobody else can do it for me.”
I remember that her answer silenced me for a while.
It reminded me of the very-private-very-personal-actions.
You know, the actions we do specially for ourselves and influence us
firstly and
mostly.
Things that nobody else can do
for us.
Learning, understanding, experiencing, reading, everything first hand…,
or basically...
the very
subjective things,
the opportunities to realize, see everything, and incorporate them
profoundly in our souls,
and the only moments when we can
truly grow.
Yeah, Cyn was right.
It’s
REALLY...
big.