Substance that which has mass and occupies space, a material of a particular kind or constitution, one's essential nature or essence, and lastly, gist; heart. Heart! Bingo... What does a heart consist of?
I asked myself this morning, "Joey, just what are you made of?" And the answer was not "true grit". For it seems that I cannot communicate effectively the majority of the time. I lack enthusiasm. I have the attitude of a realist, so that leaves little room for positivity. However, I am loyal, I am true, I have a purpose, and above all I am committed.
The childhood poem, Sugar and Spice came to my mind while thinking. It's a nice writing. Sweet and innocent, but I can't help but surmise that we as women are underestimated from birth forward. We are nothing more than sugar and spice, sunshine and rainbows. Just a pretty face with no real substance.
There are those young women who break the mold in adolescence and find their purpose and live up to their full potential. There are those who struggle to find themselves, but eventually do, and then unfortunately there are those who truly never amount to anything more than sugar and spice.
Can true substance be learned? Or are some destined to be sugar and spice while others are a lump of salt?
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