Do you know the woman?

Dear Woman, why have you concealed yourself? I have searched for you to no avail. Even my greatest purpose feels empty without your presence in my life. Everyday my eyes open, and it was the prospect of finding you that pulled me out of bed. No one knows who I really am. They will tell you I’m passionate and responsible. I am moral and upright. They will say I am confident and self-actualizing. They might even say I’m a loner. But behind the headstrong veneer of extroversion, a deep yearning fire rages inside. It silently beckons the woman whose name is unknown.

You are not of the world, are you, Woman? In a perfect world, you would make logical sense. In this world, however, the boundaries are distorted between good and bad, reality and fantasy. People are unsure about the future. Nothing is certain, and everyone is affected differently. Life exists under a dark cloud not visible to the eye. We feel it. Gloom and doom rains down on everyone from time to time. And just when life appears hopeless, you show your face, just when it is needed most. Then before long, you vanish once again, and I am alone. I know you are still out there. I believe in you, Woman.

Day after day, I patiently await the moment you come back into my life. But day by day, time slips into obscurity. Where have you gone? Reality binds me in expectation. Maybe today will be the day. You are among my greatest ambitions – the driving force of uncertainty – you are also my greatest fear. The emptiness in my heart without you has driven me past the threshold of isolation. Initiative is mine to wield. Nothing will stand in my way. Until that day, until the sun sets over the horizon, until the morning dew returns, until I find you once again, your memory will remain permanently etched in my mind. I believe. And though your name is a mystery, only death concludes my search. Somewhere in this cold world of vanity and greed, you are waiting. This man will never surrender. Rest assured. I will not bend to life’s inconsistency. It is because I believe in you, Woman. No pain or trauma will diminish my desire to finally know your name. Please do not hide yourself any longer.


Dear Man, I have not concealed myself at all. I watched you search for me. You saw me on numerous occasions, but you were too busy looking to notice. Why have you rejected me? The search is what blinded you. I was there the whole time. Your desire to find me is what concealed me. Most of your suffering was self inflected. And how could you not know my name, Man? I thought you would know by now.

Indeed, you are right. The world as it is today can be likened to a dark cloud of gloom and doom. But I am the ray of sunshine descending from the sky. I am much more than a feeling. That’s what irritates me to no end. People mistake me for just a feeling. They are doomed by their own inclinations. Trust me. There are fewer dark clouds for those with understanding.

Emotions fade, but I will go on forever, as long as someone is willing to cultivate. Too many give up before I’ve had time to grow. Too many are only concerned with their own interests. I do not leave. I never leave anyone. People leave each other. They set out in search of another feeling. I simply cannot grow without unity. Everyone wants, very few give. This isn’t meant to be mean or hurtful. Though, I am globally recognized as “really harsh.” You cannot wait on me, nor can you search for me. Neither are necessary. I am there. During every joyful moment, during every heartbreak, all throughout your life, I am there. You are never alone. I am sometimes just too small to notice, like a tiny seed. If cultivated, I can blossom into something beautiful. Diligence is required to reap the fruits of labor. Do not be discouraged, though. Things often resolve independent of action. You will discover me when the time is right. Follow your purpose in life, and you will find me along the way.

PS: Everyone knows my name, even when they are afraid to say it.

Do you know the woman?


Brunswick, United States

  • Artist

Artist's Description

Sometimes we look too hard. Is it involuntary blindness or willful ignorance? You be the judge.

desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait
desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait

10% off

for joining the Redbubble mailing list

Receive exclusive deals and awesome artist news and content right to your inbox. Free for your convenience.