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To my sister-woman

30.01.2026 | 23.01.2026 | Категория Death

<div data-editor-content="{"blocks":[{"key":"2stmv","text":"We, women know how to suffer beautifully. We know how to turn pain into virtue, waiting into moral superiority, endurance into a spiritual path. We convince ourselves that patience is maturity, that waiting is wisdom, that silence is depth, that not moving is consciousness. We tell ourselves: I’ll wait until he divorces, I’ll wait until the children grow up, I’ll wait for a sign from the universe, I’ll wait until it becomes clear, I’ll wait until the timing is right. And the body learns stillness, learns suspension, learns how to live in tension without movement, learns how to hold breath instead of breathe life. Hope settles in the chest, heavy and sweet, like a soft ache that never leaves, like a quiet pressure that becomes familiar. From the outside it looks noble, gentle, calm, composed. Inside, it feels like slow suffocation. Time doesn’t feel like time anymore, it feels like a corridor, like a waiting room, like a platform where trains pass and you don’t get on. The nervous system adapts to postponement. The heart adapts to hunger. The soul adapts to delay. And one day you realize that waiting didn’t make you deeper, it actually made you smaller. The universe does not move toward still bodies. It does not bring life to folded hands. It does not reward stillness with destiny. ","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"at5jg","text":"It responds to motion, to risk, to friction, to breath, to heat, to pulse, to steps, to movement. While one body waits, other bodies move.... imperfect, loud, chaotic, unpolished, alive... and they take space, they take opportunities, they take paths, they take places, they take lives, not because they are better... they do it simply because they are moving. What we call circumstances are often just priorities in disguise. On one side of the scale is your life force, your creative energy, your scale, your destiny, your untaken path, your unlived experiences, the reason you entered a body at all. On the other side is fear... fear of losing control, fear of being judged, fear of being inconvenient, fear of leaving the system, fear of not belonging, fear of standing alone. ","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"52hec","text":"And the body chooses safety over aliveness, stability over expansion, familiarity over truth, numbness over risk. ","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"1ubet","text":"Energy that could build a new life is spent maintaining an image. Power that could create a future is used to preserve a role. ","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"4e7ii","text":"The nervous system learns how to survive instead of how to live. The body becomes a function, a service, a background, a support system for everyone except itself. You call it security, but your tissues call it contraction. You call it patience, but your cells call it shutdown. You call it wisdom, but your breath becomes shallow and your pulse becomes quiet. At some point honesty becomes unavoidable: this is not circumstance, this is choice. ","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"dmmfn","text":"The choice of a calm death instead of a frightening life. And the body knows it. The body always knows. You ask the universe for signs, but the signs are already inside your muscles, your stomach, your chest, your throat, your exhaustion, your tight jaw, your numb skin, your constant fatigue. Even reading these words and feeling discomfort in your body is already a sign. But when life shows you a door, you say later, not now, too much, too risky, not ready, and you choose the familiar darkness over the unknown light. And the simplest truth remains: tomorrow is not guaranteed. Not philosophically, not spiritually.... biologically. One clot, one second, one accident, one mistake, one moment, and the body is gone. ","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"gtfe","text":"And you know what? The world does not stop!!! Systems continue! WITHOUT YOU! People replace you. Life moves forward. Only your unlived life stays unlived... forever... The dress you never wore. The place you never went. The china you never took out of that shelf because you kept it for \"better times\"... The love you never chose. The truth you never spoke. The life you postponed. And the body keeps the score... in illness, in fatigue, in tension, in heaviness, in loss of desire, in deadened sensation, in quiet despair. You are already paying! with your nervous system, your health, your energy, your time, your aliveness. ","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"b4tk5","text":"This debt does not disappear. It only grows. So movement becomes not heroism, not bravery, not grand transformation, it becomes biology. ","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"45khl","text":"Therefore.... Step off the platform. Your train left long ago. Walk if you can. Crawl if you must. Make mistakes. Fall. Come back. Try again. Do anything at all!!! just don’t stand still. Because those who wait don’t enter history. Those who wait enter statistics. And the body knows the difference. ","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"8r54k","text":"","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}}],"entityMap":{}}">

We, women know how to suffer beautifully. We know how to turn pain into virtue, waiting into moral superiority, endurance into a spiritual path. We convince ourselves that patience is maturity, that waiting is wisdom, that silence is depth, that not moving is consciousness. We tell ourselves: I’ll wait until he divorces, I’ll wait until the children grow up, I’ll wait for a sign from the universe, I’ll wait until it becomes clear, I’ll wait until the timing is right. And the body learns stillness, learns suspension, learns how to live in tension without movement, learns how to hold breath instead of breathe life. Hope settles in the chest, heavy and sweet, like a soft ache that never leaves, like a quiet pressure that becomes familiar. From the outside it looks noble, gentle, calm, composed. Inside, it feels like slow suffocation. Time doesn’t feel like time anymore, it feels like a corridor, like a waiting room, like a platform where trains pass and you don’t get on. The nervous system adapts to postponement. The heart adapts to hunger. The soul adapts to delay. And one day you realize that waiting didn’t make you deeper, it actually made you smaller. The universe does not move toward still bodies. It does not bring life to folded hands. It does not reward stillness with destiny.
 
It responds to motion, to risk, to friction, to breath, to heat, to pulse, to steps, to movement. While one body waits, other bodies move.... imperfect, loud, chaotic, unpolished, alive... and they take space, they take opportunities, they take paths, they take places, they take lives, not because they are better... they do it simply because they are moving. What we call circumstances are often just priorities in disguise. On one side of the scale is your life force, your creative energy, your scale, your destiny, your untaken path, your unlived experiences, the reason you entered a body at all. On the other side is fear... fear of losing control, fear of being judged, fear of being inconvenient, fear of leaving the system, fear of not belonging, fear of standing alone.
 
And the body chooses safety over aliveness, stability over expansion, familiarity over truth, numbness over risk.
 
Energy that could build a new life is spent maintaining an image. Power that could create a future is used to preserve a role.
 
The nervous system learns how to survive instead of how to live. The body becomes a function, a service, a background, a support system for everyone except itself. You call it security, but your tissues call it contraction. You call it patience, but your cells call it shutdown. You call it wisdom, but your breath becomes shallow and your pulse becomes quiet. At some point honesty becomes unavoidable: this is not circumstance, this is choice.
 
The choice of a calm death instead of a frightening life. And the body knows it. The body always knows. You ask the universe for signs, but the signs are already inside your muscles, your stomach, your chest, your throat, your exhaustion, your tight jaw, your numb skin, your constant fatigue. Even reading these words and feeling discomfort in your body is already a sign. But when life shows you a door, you say later, not now, too much, too risky, not ready, and you choose the familiar darkness over the unknown light. And the simplest truth remains: tomorrow is not guaranteed. Not philosophically, not spiritually.... biologically. One clot, one second, one accident, one mistake, one moment, and the body is gone.
 
And you know what? The world does not stop!!! Systems continue! WITHOUT YOU! People replace you. Life moves forward. Only your unlived life stays unlived... forever... The dress you never wore. The place you never went. The china you never took out of that shelf because you kept it for "better times"... The love you never chose. The truth you never spoke. The life you postponed. And the body keeps the score... in illness, in fatigue, in tension, in heaviness, in loss of desire, in deadened sensation, in quiet despair. You are already paying! with your nervous system, your health, your energy, your time, your aliveness.
 
This debt does not disappear. It only grows. So movement becomes not heroism, not bravery, not grand transformation, it becomes biology.
 
Therefore.... Step off the platform. Your train left long ago. Walk if you can. Crawl if you must. Make mistakes. Fall. Come back. Try again. Do anything at all!!! just don’t stand still. Because those who wait don’t enter history. Those who wait enter statistics. And the body knows the difference.