Women are men's ribs

Human beings are the protagonists of this era. Many people believe in the origin of species and that humans are created through evolution. However, in Western mythology, humans were created by God and women were men’s ribs. For those who believe in God, it is true that women are men’s ribs. However, with the development of science and technology in our era, are women really men’s ribs? The answer is given here.

Women are men's ribs and men are women's backbones

A world of women without men was unimaginable at that time! On the other hand, a world of men without women was equally unimaginable!

The Bible says that the Creator created man from mud, but seeing that man was too lonely living alone, he took a rib from his body while he was sleeping and created a woman to accompany him. Therefore, every man is looking for his own rib. Only when he finds it, his chest will stop hurting.

Originally, such a legend was a kind of poetic romance, a long-lasting love that was destined for three lifetimes, and an expectation of looking back five hundred times in past and present lives. We are always intoxicated by such fairy tales, especially women. Ever since God selfishly defined women as one of men's ribs, women have begun to search for their lost home, longing for a stable, secure and comfortable home. This persistent pursuit has left them bruised and battered in the process. A woman always thinks that the man she loves is her true love, and that she is the man's lost rib. Therefore, the woman will give her all, hoping to become the whole of the man's emotional world, and longing for the compassion and care that comes from the heart. They always think that the man they love will love them just as deeply. As long as the man can say "I love you", they think they are the happiest women in the world.

Some people say: Women are men's ribs. If the ribs are hurt, the man will be in excruciating pain; if a woman hurts a man, she will be heartbroken. I believe the latter more. Women are men's ribs, so women are only a part of men, but men are everything to women. Men always want to have N ribs. The most legitimate rib is just defined as the wife, so men often regret that the most painful rib is lost in a dark corner and sigh.

Beauty and confidant seem to be the closest to ribs. They are just the third and fourth types of emotions invented by modern people. However, people do not have so many types of emotions. They are just ambiguous, a little more than friendship and a little less than love. So it is often said that nowadays, intimacy is very close, but love is very far away. Men have many reasons to excuse themselves, the most powerful one is that feelings are not everything in life, their life will not become bleak because of any emotion, nor will it be missing because of a certain woman. After leaving a woman, they will quickly embrace another woman in their arms. The occasional sadness is only because the woman in their arms is not as gentle, considerate and understanding as the previous one... So it is said that men are lustful because they have many ribs, while women are ribs that are easy to depend on.

So sometimes a woman is very hesitant about her love for a man, because she is always worried that other "ribs" will come and snatch the "copyright" from her. There are too many stories of breakups and reunions around her, so when the night falls, looking at the lights of thousands of houses, a sigh floats past her ears - whose rib am I?

Women, ribs, men! If I were to make up a new legend, I would still like women to be a part of men, but this part must be the most painful part of men, the only part. A part that can make a man's soul attached to it, and depend on it for life and death!! And resolutely eliminate the existence of garbled characters!!!

God said to the man and the woman: "You eat breakfast together, but do not share from the same bowl; you share joy, but do not drink from the same cup. Like two strings on a harp, you are separate and inseparable; like two pillars of a temple, you are independent and cannot be independent...

What a woman waits for all her life is nothing more than the ideal love she has woven in her heart. But who can accomplish it, who can get it?