It seems the topic of self-empowerment has a strong grip on my mind right now. Here is a nice excerpt from my scratch books from 2 years ago:

The worst of all social illusions, created to sustain basic human civilization, is the myth of the other half. Of the lost soul mate. Of the white knight, who will eventually find and rescue you. Of the happily ever after. Because the happily ever after is actually where the story begins, and not where it ends. And that, that is the greatest secret of civilization, the building block of compliance it slowly encapsulates you in.


However, it took me 27 years to realize it. And I want to share all that secret knowledge with you so that you don’t waste the precious time you are given in looking for someone right. Better, spend that time looking for yourself!
It all began when I was 2 years of age. With an innocent book of fairytales. With an innocent mention of the princess, who was beautiful, and sweet, and good hearted, and merry spirited, loving, caring, and of course, unhappy. Because she hadn’t been found yet. By the prince. Who was spending his time doing a million adventurous and mind-blowingly fun things, like riding horses, fighting dragons, enchanting damsels, traveling the world, meeting great people and experiencing life. In the end, when the prince had had it all, and was tired and wounded, and wanted to rest by a warm fire, he decided to settle with the beautiful princes. Who by all means was very happy to be chosen, and taken away from her boring everyday-the-same life.

And, wow, that sounded so easy. You just wait, and perfect your singing, and sewing, and here comes a great man, intelligent, brave, experienced, sensitive, caring, and he wants YOU, and will love you forever. And he finds you not just in one, but in one hundred fairytales. And then he starts finding you in some great works of art as well, only he changes names from time to time, and has more modern occupations. He becomes Mr. Darcy, Jack Dawson, Superman, but the fact is – you always recognize him. As that gorgeous man who is supposed to be there, somewhere, waiting for you. And you are indoctrinated so strong in believing he exists, that no amount of common sense is able to change that. Not at least in you teens, or in your twenties, and sometimes even after that… And by then, it is already too late. By then you have become cynical, chronically broken-hearted, and sick(from)love.