Men climb the mountain of life while women spend their lives remembering they are already at the top of the mountain. The hero's journey is made reputable through his actions and courageous feats, triumphing the epic struggle into serenity and alchemizing wickedness into grandiosity and power.

The female journey, however, is set at the top of the mountain: set ablaze by her intuitive mind and the portal of her womb. Her journey is not one of conquest, but one of returning to the self, where the true power of womanhood lies. False propaganda is stuffed down her throat, claiming that men are the ones who imprison her, when in reality it's the seeking of attention and validation from male-centered constructs that keeps her in the dark. True freedom is experienced when she returns to her light, when the feminine realizes she is all she needs to please, and that partnership with the male is simply a biological component of regeneration.

The female mind, so powerful yet so dimmed throughout generations of repression, has been subject to ridicule, questioning, and belittling since the beginning of time (since Eve supposedly came from Adam's rib). She was never given the chance to explore or philosophize, but was given plenty of space to subside into busy house chores. Always deemed a potential "spouse" for someone's son, but never celebrated for being her own persona. Her journey is one to infinite wisdom, to unlocking the secrets of the universe, which are held deep inside of her. 

Her womb is the portal of creation, and for years she has been made to feel insecure about the most sacred part of her body. She fears embarrassment when she bleeds because God forbid she stains. She fears judgment when she's bloated, even though her body is a literal human hub that replenishes itself monthly in preparation for the generation of humanity that will be birthed through her. Every single month, her body does literal housekeeping and cleaning in preparation for this new soul to enter the world through her.

She feels insecure about her opinions because she has been told to bite her tongue her whole life, told not to speak unless spoken to, told not to be opinionated.

There isn't even a female version of the word hero, because according to the English language, women aren't capable of "saving the world," even though every single human on this planet came into the world via female body.

Men belittle women because, deep down, they know they came from them. And they cannot handle such a level of inferiority, so they resort to slurs, dismissive attitudes, and ego-driven denial. Boys will blatantly disrespect girls while claiming to love their mothers at the same time. They hold onto the facade that their mothers, since they were the ones that birthed them, are one of the rare exceptions of woman that are deemed okay, while the rest are subject to snarky remarks all because of the male yearning to know about the female flow.

Men don't want to be women, they want to flow like them. They want to know what it's like to receive without effort, to be handed opportunities just for existing. Western society has stripped its men of curiosity and childlike wonder, and has turned them into factory workers ready to clock in and out of work. Leaving no room for the yin energy to develop. this is where the repression of the feminine energy on the workforce is seen.

Leaving no room for flow and living an overstuffed life of work results in an exhausting cycle of rinse dry and repeat that never ends.