All About Eve

The most beautiful thing that can happen to a man is find that missing ribs of his; to be able to enjoy life and continue its perplexities are all that an Adam needs in order to fulfill his greatest  feat – love. We all know that no human can withstand the face of the world living only for himself. He may think of doing that, though. But, the desire to grasp someone, in a feminine aspect, is what makes him complete and can explicitly call himself a MAN. Actually, both individuals, man and woman, have an innate desire for affection; a truth that no human being can ever acquit. However, each gender has a very unique way of incorporating this emotion/feeling into their souls. Let’s say for example, the women. The women, in general, are hard to please and persuade.

They have diverse qualities that they’re specifically looking in a man. They may tend to show their feelings or love but not that bold unlike men. If you think chocolates or flowers would do the trick for them, think twice. Yes, they might be thankful for that but it does not mean that you already won their hearts. Women, for me, are like writings embedded in the archaic walls of an Egyptian pyramid; they’re not that easy to decipher. You’ll think that offering them these diadems would allow you to utilize their hearts and be the James Dean of their lives but, at the end of the day, you fail to convert it. Simply, women are like bees; driven with the passion to kiss the cheeks of those amiable flowers but, once betrayed, will kill you with their stings. On the other side of the coin, if you’ll be able to read their eyes, you’ll see the true essence and beauty they offer. You’ll see how they paint the world of us, men, and continue to shed some light on our darkest hours. They symbolize Aurora’s way of christening the dawn and giving birth to Cupid. Sometimes, too much loveliness also begets vagueness. If these breed of human race can give you affection, more than what you can ever think of, consider them, too, as Medusa; engaged to devour. On top of these, women will always be the last puzzle of men’s labyrinth in life. The floras and faunas can’t spell Earth without the existence of Sophia and no man can put into words his life’s chapters without a woman’s  distinction. Lastly, women are conceived to be a goddess; mounted on route to a man’s heart and, with this presence, even the gods can’t agree more.