This is unarguable a very personal piece, which I can identify with quite deeply.
The subtle details of how boring and artificial the life of the average middle class citizen is
makes it a whole lot easier to relate to, since it's a poster of the typical, submissive life of a woman who's only duty has become to deliver kids on queue, and the swooping of the floors.
Now, apart from the obvious points, this piece made me think of something.
I can't help but to feel that you are projecting onto your imaginary daughter, the type of self-walking, independent attitude that you wish for yourself, somehow. Maybe this is just an arrogant assumption.
Tragically, I feel like this path is beautiful in thought, but a hell of a lot harder to actually walk in life. It's hard not to get pulled in by our shallow, consumption-based civilization, especially in the western world.
I guess, one should ask themselves: would this path make me happy? And if you still feel like appreciating beauty is not enough to fill the holes of your being, then what are the holes?
Sorry for that nonsense rabble, but it just made me think a lot.
Keep writing!
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