Enough With The Christmas Humor
...For now anyway.
Sometimes I wish I could really bite peoples necks and control them. I mean, that would be the most awesome shit in the world. Don't you think? Only because, that way when people ask for your advice you can make them take it. I could make people do the right thing...Not to mention jump to the task of my every whim. That would be a definite plus.
I've been thinking today. I know, I know...That is extremely dangerous to other people's health. Still, why do people fight? More than that, why do we fight with the ones we so dearly love? Love is supposed to be patient, blind, compassionate, caring, and loyal. Why then do we not jump to pick up the ones we love when they need a lift? Is it our selfish nature? Or are we looking to relieve our anxieties by attaching them to someone else and there by making it "their fault?"
Then there lies the question, what is marriage really about? Is it supposed to be the "Happily Ever-after" that we read about in fairy tales when we were young? Are we supposed to ride off into the sun set on our magical unicorn of love and happiness and never have a worry or problem again? No, I hardly think so. From what I have learned, "Happily Ever-after" is hard damned work. Though, it is worth it. Yes, it is worth every bit of hard labor and compromise.
I read somewhere that during the course of one marriage...Though it is to the same person, you are married to three different versions. This is because no matter how hard you try to avoid it, we all change and grow and mature through-out our life. There are few exceptions and yet they still evolve, only in a more bitter, resentful, and cynical manner. So there lies the choice...Will we make the choice or let it choose us?
I for one, will not let bitterness and resentfulness take hold of my life. No, I will grab it by the horns and mount it on the wall and rejoice at the great beast I have conquered! I will open myself up for hurt by loving those around me and lifting them up when they cannot drag themselves out of the muck. For, even if I am hurt or caused pain by this, at least I can still feel. More than that, I will know that I have no regrets in my heart and will cherish every tear as a medal of courage. Tears are not for the weak, no...They are for the brave and the compassionate!
Sometimes I wish I could really bite peoples necks and control them. I mean, that would be the most awesome shit in the world. Don't you think? Only because, that way when people ask for your advice you can make them take it. I could make people do the right thing...Not to mention jump to the task of my every whim. That would be a definite plus.
I've been thinking today. I know, I know...That is extremely dangerous to other people's health. Still, why do people fight? More than that, why do we fight with the ones we so dearly love? Love is supposed to be patient, blind, compassionate, caring, and loyal. Why then do we not jump to pick up the ones we love when they need a lift? Is it our selfish nature? Or are we looking to relieve our anxieties by attaching them to someone else and there by making it "their fault?"
Then there lies the question, what is marriage really about? Is it supposed to be the "Happily Ever-after" that we read about in fairy tales when we were young? Are we supposed to ride off into the sun set on our magical unicorn of love and happiness and never have a worry or problem again? No, I hardly think so. From what I have learned, "Happily Ever-after" is hard damned work. Though, it is worth it. Yes, it is worth every bit of hard labor and compromise.
I read somewhere that during the course of one marriage...Though it is to the same person, you are married to three different versions. This is because no matter how hard you try to avoid it, we all change and grow and mature through-out our life. There are few exceptions and yet they still evolve, only in a more bitter, resentful, and cynical manner. So there lies the choice...Will we make the choice or let it choose us?
I for one, will not let bitterness and resentfulness take hold of my life. No, I will grab it by the horns and mount it on the wall and rejoice at the great beast I have conquered! I will open myself up for hurt by loving those around me and lifting them up when they cannot drag themselves out of the muck. For, even if I am hurt or caused pain by this, at least I can still feel. More than that, I will know that I have no regrets in my heart and will cherish every tear as a medal of courage. Tears are not for the weak, no...They are for the brave and the compassionate!
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