The price of the spirit without ideal

In a world where the female voice often echoes through silenced halls, the fight for an ideal that resonates with the female experience is constant and exhausting. It is common for women to find themselves suppressed, their ideals diluted by the tide of expectations imposed, not only by society, but by the legacy of a history that often relegated us to the background.

Strange is the fact that, even in modern times, so many of us still find ourselves judged not by our own values, but by the parameters of a society that favors a mostly male perspective. Happiness, this universal search, should be indisputable, wherever it comes from, free from prejudice and restrictive morality.

The shadow of the church of the Middle Ages is still present, its influence permeating our choices, suppressing new ideas under the weight of old concepts. Often, it is within this conflictual space that female identity is shaped, questioned and, often, underestimated.

I witnessed a group of women, large enough to make their voices echo, but still small in the eyes of a society that does not see them as powerful. Your desires and loves are often overshadowed by external impositions that seem more decisive than introspection and personal understanding.

Society moves forward following a path that discourages individual reflection and protest, labeling the new as unwanted and, thus, fosters an environment where the critical spirit atrophies, where conformity prevails and prevents many women from achieving full happiness.

Happiness is a choice, as substantial as pride or fear. It is a right that many of us fight for daily, trying to redefine standards, break stigmas and, above all, be true to ourselves, in all our choices.