Maedan

Maenad

Maenad was a child once. No, really, she was. She wore children’s clothes and she played children’s games. In her mind she would create “happily ever after” and never before scenes. Her hair flowed wildly like the wind. And she never listened when a boy’s only reason was “’cause you’re a girl.” She never flinched when the teachers seemed to be no more intelligent than the school yard boys. She knew better than to take someone at their word, just because they say so. She was a smart child, she was.She raised herself, you know. She had no mother or father to instill in her the fear that they learned from their parents. After all, isn’t that the point of having children, to pass down your DNA along with your fears, superstitions, and prejudices? She raised herself to fear very little, to risk everything, and to go for broke every time. Besides, what is life, if not simply the opportunity for risk?

Maenad was born to deliver certain messages to this world. Messages that need to be heard, sometimes by a certain person at a certain time, and sometimes by the world. It all depends on the message at hand. She knew her message well. It was etched deeply in the very depths of her soul. And she spoke it to every woman she met, and to every man that she met as well. Each time the message was a little different then it had been before. Because each time the message could become bolder as she grew up. The older she became, the more significant the message became to her. The more she spread her message the more people could accept her message for what it was.

Though often her message fell on deaf ears, she spoke it anyway. Her smile never weakened and her persistence was ever strong. As she spoke to people a shine would come to her eyes, because whether or not anyone listened had no matter. What mattered was the speaking of the truth. Giving people the opportunity to listen was the point. There in lay the beauty of her existence. Her ideas didn’t have to be accepted. They only needed to be heard and the hearing would do the work.

And soon came a time when she was a young woman, on the verge of becoming something as great and powerful as the sun. She was the beginning of freedom itself.