Existentially, the wise woman has no

ambition

.

Day to day, in the moment,

the wise woman has great ambition.


She has aims and knows what they are for.

Thus she performs everything without existential rumination

on whether the thing she is doing

is the "right" thing.


Existentially, the confused woman has great ambitions.

Day to day, in the moment

the confused woman has little ambition.

The days are aimless

she knows not what to do.


The slightest distraction can lead her astray.

She will forget what she had wanted to do,

and night will arrive leaving her

to wonder again,

is life simply a repetition of this?


The wise woman understands that

death

approaches

and makes much of her days.

Treating moments as sacred.


The confused woman believes that she can beat death

by achieving.

Treating her days like lottery tickets,

hoping to achieve.

And suffering.

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