"I was not a believer, but if you had asked me, I would have told you I was Catholic in respect of my pious mother. But I was my father's daughter, a dreamer who believed in doing things on your own if you wanted them done correctly. I learned early on not to turn to God for help, since it never arrived. As a vulnerable youngster with Polio, my parents looked away from the harsh reality, saying, "She'll be fine." And again, when I was a young adult, I nearly died, and many of my family and friends prayed for me, including my father, who was not a prayerful man. But God did not spare me from agony, and for the rest of my life, I realized that if anybody was going to raise me out of the anguish and despair that were a daily part of my existence, it had to be myself.
I used to wonder why such gloomy and menacing shadows had to sweep over me like enormous waves over a small boat. Why had I been selected as unfortunate by fate—or God, which is actually the same thing? Had I been a horrible monster in a previous life, now being punished for unidentified transgressions? Or did this chaotic universe have no justice, order, or meaning because there was no God at all? Had I dropped out of Heaven by accident, falling with a gasp? Was my destiny a blind chance rather than a punishment for the terrible history of another life? Was I a colossal mistake? I pursued these ideas in an attempt to understand why I was here. I really believed that even God is fallible. When I was younger, my family and friends would chastise me for asking existential questions and warn me that I shouldn't have such pessimistic ideas. Therefore, until the day of my death, these profound issues remained unaddressed. I had a lot of questions but never answers. Like an echo, my questions reverberated back to me from the emptiness. In addition to slapping me, Providence's hand was raised as though to declare, "No admittance."
Sometimes you are the statue, and other times you are the pigeon. This is an old proverb that is accurate. A filthy bird, the pigeon lacks great intelligence. To fly and explore, however, is up to them. Something is symbolized by a statue, which is still and immobile. I was every ounce the statue in my life as Frida. I was imprisoned, like a stone sculpture, the representation of an artist. I was the hungry artist's representation. I stood for the artist who endures hardships to elevate the world and give it beauty and significance. Wearing traditional clothing, I represented my own Mexico as a Mexican peasant girl, and my strength was that of the Mexican female warrior who bravely fought alongside the men during the Mexican Revolution. Additionally, I played the abandoned and devastated lover. I was the contemporary whore who drank alcohol and applied crimson lipstick. I was a caregiver attempting to save a man who did not want to be saved, so I saved animals by providing them with a home. I was the married housewife who prepared meals, cleaned, and hosted guests. I was a symbol of all these worldly duties. I did my best to dispel misconceptions about women and Mexico without receiving too much criticism. Frida rose to fame for all of these reasons.
Undoubtedly, intellect is incapable of comprehending anything pertaining to fate. Comparable like a locomotive on a track, your mind simply follows instructions. Going with the flow, you are mostly operating on autopilot. Furthermore, it is tragic to hang up your usefulness, even though aimlessly wandering is acceptable for a short time. You are not meant to be a leaf floating in the stream of life. Your continued presence is a testament to the significance of your contribution. You have a purpose in life and in time. Never completely retire, please. Do your best to be involved till the end of your life. You might no longer be able to be the firebrand you once were as you get older. No one expects you to do that. However, make every effort to be innovative. Write a brief narrative or essay about your life, bake something delicious and share it, or do a simple art or craft activity. Have an important conversation that people won't soon forget. Set one or two goals each day to push yourself. Establish your goals in the morning and evaluate the results at night. Regardless of your age or impairment, you can achieve one or two objectives each day.
Until this existence is only a memory, the majority of existential concerns about God and destiny will remain unanswered. After it's over, you'll have the opportunity to reflect and clearly recognize your strengths and places for improvement. At that point, everything that baffles and perplexes you will appear as clear as spring water. You have to try to remain patient till then. I am aware that patience is difficult. No one enjoys waiting. We need the answers right away. However, there are a lot of unseen elements at work. The only suitable answer in many situations will be "I do not know." It's okay to not know. Being ignorant is not a source of guilt. At this point, you are in a holding pattern as you wait for the solution to become apparent. When we move too quickly when unsure, problems arise. Being patient might seem like a lack of productivity. Rushing into the wrong circumstance, however, is the most ineffective thing you can do.
It's possible that you were destined to be a statue if you find yourself still and trapped. Naturally, this implies that the pigeons will shit on you and that there won't be anything you can do about it. You will not have enough money, your heart may be shattered, and your genius might go unnoticed. Whichever direction you choose, God's hand will be telling you to "stop." These are the cycles of learning. Your soul is learning to become the pigeon in the following cycle. It will seem like life is passing you by and that possibilities are just out of reach. Everything you do won't work, and having to be patient will start to feel more like a burden than a benefit. You are certainly fortunate to be a part of life, regardless of whether you are the statue or the pigeon. It is like the moon and the sun. The existence of mankind depends upon both. The moon provides light and controls the tides, while the sun provides heat. Both are necessary and equally significant, even if one rises during the day and the other at night. During this existence, you may be under the moon's influence. Simply let it to hold you. It is going to hurt more the more you struggle. As Mother Moon provides you her tolerance and serenity, lie as still as a newborn. Give up resisting the captivity. Give up fighting against the unavoidable. Let the moon win you over, let the night win you over. There is a still core in every atom. You need to locate your still center. What use does it serve to fight against what was created for you if you are the statue?
You might never understand the reasons behind the suffering, difficulties, and losses you have experienced until you have left this world. Then you will see clearly, I assure you, dear adventurer. It doesn't matter if fate has created you a statue or a pigeon; in the end, you'll realize that everything had a purpose and aided in your development. All experiences, no matter how positive or negative, are worthwhile. All lives, whether they are cherished or horrifying, are essential. From up here, everything makes sense—you'll see."
With Love,
Frida
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