Psyche, in classical mythology, was a princess bestowed with exceptional beauty that rivaled all women even that of Venus, the Goddess of Love and Beauty. Psyche's beauty became so renowned that it reached the farthest corners of the earth. Men from far away lands and kingdoms would travel the distance just to pay homage to her beauty. This led men to compare her to Venus and ultimately people began to neglect their homage to Venus and instead paid their tributes to Psyche. This earned the ire of the Goddess.
Although bestowed with great beauty, Psyche has yet to find love. Men who come from far away lands are in awe of her beauty but are content at just seeing her and the magnificence that she represents. They pay homage to her out of the desire to rest their gaze upon the beauty that rivals that of a Goddess. None dared to look beyond what the eyes could see. They marveled at her beauty but none dared to win her heart. She was regarded merely as a vessel of infinite beauty not as a human with a soul in search of the same thing we all long for - love.
Today, there is a queen who lives in solitude atop a mountain where she can see all of her lands and observe the lives of her subjects. Her people revere her because she is a powerful queen, whose mere presence commanded silence and respect. While regarded as authoritative in manner, she has a gentleness about her that endears her to a select few who know her intimately - members of her carefully chosen royal court. Such gentleness is not evident as it is exercised in subtlety - a lesson she learned while she was acclimating to her throne. As such, not many people have seen her gentle side. Only a select few have had the pleasure of seeing the queen in her natural state - without her crown and scepter. Her people turn to her for strength and guidance. They seek her counsel and heed her advice for she is, modesty aside, wise beyond her years. Her resolute stance displays her unwavering strength in the face of adversity. However, like Psyche, our queen has not found her king yet.
The men who have crossed paths with the queen have all contented themselves with paying tribute to her crown. They stood in awe of the immensity of the power that she has amassed throughout her reign. However, the thing about having a crown is that it comes with a tremendous responsibility. To be steadfast is a duty that does not rest; for a crown symbolizes the collective strength of the kingdom. A queen risks weakening her kingdom if she is seen as feeble or displays the slightest indication of vulnerability. Thus, a queen is always left to keep an image of immovability. Here in lies our queen's predicament.
Power bears a fascinating appeal that is like a potent aphrodisiac that rouses the spirit and takes it to unimaginable heights. It is intoxicating and anyone could lose themselves while feeding on its energy. Well, our queen's dilemma is that her power, while captivating, only engages men in hollow dreams of grandeur but completely missing out on the person wielding the power. The queen is reduced to a mere symbol of strength that without her crown, she will be nothing. Men will regard her as an idea that rouses their fantasy and tickles their imagination but not enough to entice them into capturing her soul. They are either drawn to her power or intimidated by it. What they fail to acknowledge is that our queen is like any other person, made of flesh and blood. She has dreams, feels pain, is weak when confronted by tragedies, and more importantly, desires to love and be loved in return. When she is not wielding her scepter, she cuddles in her bed with a pillow to cushion her cheeks that are wet with tears from the day's toil. She cries her pain out to the silent reveries of her tortured thoughts. She is laden with the torments of her people turning to her for comfort yet she finds no comfort for her own bleeding heart; because to the world she is strong and cannot possibly be stricken with any kind of sorrow. Little does anyone know that she too cries out to the night for consolation, to empty herself even for a moment of all the sorrows that her kingdom has set upon her shoulders. She is strong for others yet no one is there to be strong for her in moments of weakness. When her strength fails her, she finds no other source than her sheer will to remain undefeated. All energy is exhausted in battling the demons of her subjects whilst constantly purging her own demons from the confines of her solitude.
She longs for the day when she can take off her crown, lay down her scepter, and be like everyone else - a soul that pines for a restful night full of hope for a tomorrow that is warm and beguiling. Until that day, this queen will have to wear her crown and keep her thoughts at bay. She will have to keep fighting because no one will fight her battles for her; we only have ourselves to rely on at the end of the day. It will be heaven cradling her when she finally finds a King that would be the hand she'll be holding onto for support when she cannot stand on her own. Until then, her own strength will suffice. It must. It should. It would.
xoxo
QB
Although bestowed with great beauty, Psyche has yet to find love. Men who come from far away lands are in awe of her beauty but are content at just seeing her and the magnificence that she represents. They pay homage to her out of the desire to rest their gaze upon the beauty that rivals that of a Goddess. None dared to look beyond what the eyes could see. They marveled at her beauty but none dared to win her heart. She was regarded merely as a vessel of infinite beauty not as a human with a soul in search of the same thing we all long for - love.
Today, there is a queen who lives in solitude atop a mountain where she can see all of her lands and observe the lives of her subjects. Her people revere her because she is a powerful queen, whose mere presence commanded silence and respect. While regarded as authoritative in manner, she has a gentleness about her that endears her to a select few who know her intimately - members of her carefully chosen royal court. Such gentleness is not evident as it is exercised in subtlety - a lesson she learned while she was acclimating to her throne. As such, not many people have seen her gentle side. Only a select few have had the pleasure of seeing the queen in her natural state - without her crown and scepter. Her people turn to her for strength and guidance. They seek her counsel and heed her advice for she is, modesty aside, wise beyond her years. Her resolute stance displays her unwavering strength in the face of adversity. However, like Psyche, our queen has not found her king yet.
The men who have crossed paths with the queen have all contented themselves with paying tribute to her crown. They stood in awe of the immensity of the power that she has amassed throughout her reign. However, the thing about having a crown is that it comes with a tremendous responsibility. To be steadfast is a duty that does not rest; for a crown symbolizes the collective strength of the kingdom. A queen risks weakening her kingdom if she is seen as feeble or displays the slightest indication of vulnerability. Thus, a queen is always left to keep an image of immovability. Here in lies our queen's predicament.
Power bears a fascinating appeal that is like a potent aphrodisiac that rouses the spirit and takes it to unimaginable heights. It is intoxicating and anyone could lose themselves while feeding on its energy. Well, our queen's dilemma is that her power, while captivating, only engages men in hollow dreams of grandeur but completely missing out on the person wielding the power. The queen is reduced to a mere symbol of strength that without her crown, she will be nothing. Men will regard her as an idea that rouses their fantasy and tickles their imagination but not enough to entice them into capturing her soul. They are either drawn to her power or intimidated by it. What they fail to acknowledge is that our queen is like any other person, made of flesh and blood. She has dreams, feels pain, is weak when confronted by tragedies, and more importantly, desires to love and be loved in return. When she is not wielding her scepter, she cuddles in her bed with a pillow to cushion her cheeks that are wet with tears from the day's toil. She cries her pain out to the silent reveries of her tortured thoughts. She is laden with the torments of her people turning to her for comfort yet she finds no comfort for her own bleeding heart; because to the world she is strong and cannot possibly be stricken with any kind of sorrow. Little does anyone know that she too cries out to the night for consolation, to empty herself even for a moment of all the sorrows that her kingdom has set upon her shoulders. She is strong for others yet no one is there to be strong for her in moments of weakness. When her strength fails her, she finds no other source than her sheer will to remain undefeated. All energy is exhausted in battling the demons of her subjects whilst constantly purging her own demons from the confines of her solitude.
She longs for the day when she can take off her crown, lay down her scepter, and be like everyone else - a soul that pines for a restful night full of hope for a tomorrow that is warm and beguiling. Until that day, this queen will have to wear her crown and keep her thoughts at bay. She will have to keep fighting because no one will fight her battles for her; we only have ourselves to rely on at the end of the day. It will be heaven cradling her when she finally finds a King that would be the hand she'll be holding onto for support when she cannot stand on her own. Until then, her own strength will suffice. It must. It should. It would.
xoxo
QB
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