Being is viewed, in our society where the individual is disposable, as nonachievement, failure, mess, disappointment.
It’s like we’re all sweatshop workers, always making sure the boss never catches us slacking or we’ll quickly be discarded. Unless we’re producing and proving, we’re seen as a waste. As if the be-all and end-all of life is to clock in and clock out without missing a beat.
This is why the divine feminine is repressed in both women and men. To foster this energetic principle, it needs space which denotes risking a lot existentially by enduring uncertainty and foregoing boosting the ego. All for what’s neither understood or valued by others. It’s almost too much of a risk. Until we run ourselves into the ground, everything starts falling apart and none of the tried and tested techniques seem to work anymore..