Venetia Midlife Unfiltered

I first heard this poem when I was sixteen, read aloud by my Greek school teacher during Saturday classes. It was originally taught to us in Greek and then translated into English, and it has stayed with me ever since.
I wanted to share it with you all because, even 107 or 108 years after it was written, it still means something — perhaps even more now than it did then.
Wilfred Owen was only in his early twenties when he wrote this in 1917, serving on the front lines of World War I. He was not a distant observer — he was there in the trenches, choking on mud and gas, watching boys barely old enough to shave die in grotesque agony.

He wrote this poem as a witness statement — a spiritual indictment — not against the soldiers, but against the system that romanticised their deaths.
The very title — “Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori” — comes from Horace’s ancient line, “It is sweet and fitting to die for one’s country.”
But Owen turns it inside out. He ends the poem calling it “The old Lie.”

He was saying:
There is nothing sweet, nothing fitting, nothing noble about it. It is butchery dressed up as honour. It’s not anti-soldier. It’s anti-propaganda.
He honours the boys who fought — and indicts the machinery that used them.

And he was killed in battle just one week before the war ended. His truth cost him his life.

In truth:
There are no “countries” in the soul’s view — only the illusion of separation.

No human being ever truly dies “for their country”; they die for the ambitions of men who rarely step onto the battlefield.

The warrior’s true purpose is not to kill, but to protect life — and we have twisted that into a spectacle of pride.

It’s the same lie we tell in countless forms:
“Us versus them.”
“Worthy versus unworthy.”
“My nation versus yours.”
“My God versus yours.”

As long as we feed on separation, the young will keep dying for causes that mean nothing to the soul. The true battle is within. The only war worth fighting is against ignorance, hatred, and division. It’s about every system that convinces us to give away our humanity in the name of something “greater."


#warisnotnoble #awakeninghumanity #war #poetry

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Venetia Midlife Unfiltered

Once upon a time, menopause wasn’t a “problem.”
It was simply the season when a woman moved from one kind of power to another.
Our grandmothers didn’t talk about “managing symptoms.” They adjusted to what life and nature asked of them.
They rose with sunlight, not alarms.
They cooked what they grew, and what they couldn’t grow, they traded.
They slept when it was dark, and moved their bodies every day — not because an app told them to, but because life required it.
Menopause wasn’t something to fix.
It was the proof you’d lived long enough to know who you are.

When the Modern World Hijacked Womanhood
Then everything sped up.
Factories. Plastics. Pills. Neon lights. Deadlines.
And let’s be honest — it crept into every corner of our lives.
We started colouring our hair every six weeks, rubbing synthetic “anti-ageing” creams into our skin, washing with foaming chemicals that smell like fake fruit.
We sleep on mattresses soaked in flame retardants, in houses painted with VOCs, surrounded by furniture that off-gasses toxins while we breathe.
Even our “self-care” got hijacked — nails filled with acrylic dust, lashes glued with fumes, perfumes that promise confidence but deliver endocrine chaos.
And here’s the thing, Queen — it’s not all your fault.
You were sold this version of womanhood.
You were told to stay polished, poreless, perfect.
You were told that youth was survival, that looking fresh meant belonging.
So you did what every woman does: you adapted.
But now you know.
And when you know, you get to choose.

11 months ago | [YT] | 2

Venetia Midlife Unfiltered

Most people spend a lifetime walking on earth they'll never own, while ignoring the one place they could grow infinite riches: their own inner landscape. Your beliefs, your thoughts, your vision—this is sacred ground. But if you don’t plant the right seeds, nothing beautiful grows. Cultivate your mind like the powerful garden it is, and you’ll harvest a life that no one can take from you.

1 year ago | [YT] | 2

Venetia Midlife Unfiltered

There’s no growth in stagnation. Safety is a cage dressed as comfort. Get wet. Get wild. Feel the lightning in your veins — that’s where your power lives.


#rewilding #personalgrowth #freedom #selfmastery

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