We are a result of the stories we’ve been told about who we are, but what happens when those stories are incomplete?
The statement above is true for both our personal lives, and our society. Incomplete truths can be quite damaging. When I talk about the relevance of our ancestors and the invisible thread that braids us together, is partly because I’ve spent a lot of time looking back to my family history and the patterns that keep repeating themselves from generation to generation, in an effort to break free from them. Two Latin American authors I truly love because of how they depict this thematic are Isabel Allende, in ‘The House of Spirits’, and Gabriel García Marquez in ‘Cien Años de Soledad’
And every individual struggle has a ripple effect towards society. The feminine in all its splendor is under siege: from Mother Nature, to the woman next door. The masculine societies that we have built are not taking us to the right place. The need for greater equilibrium is prevalent.
I often wonder about the impact of the stories we’ve consumed since we were children, and how those have set our expectations for our own lives. What has prevailed from Greek Mythology, for example, is but an incomplete story. So many of the women that are perceived as evil, are simply misunderstood. The same happens with folk-tales. What if we could re-tell those stories being more objective? Would that change the way we see ourselves? Would that alter the structure of our societies? I believe it might.
By looking back, there is a possibility to build better structures for the future.