Friday, 16 October 2009
The story of my recent life. I like this phase. It makes more sense than
the story of my life, because we get so many lives between birth and death.
A life to be a child. A life to come of age. A life to wander, to settle, to fall in love, to parent, to test our promise, to realize our
mortality- and, in some lucky cases, to do something after that realization.
Love- the Infatuation kind- "he is so handsome, she is so beautiful- that can shrivel. As soon as something goes wrong, that kind of love can fly out of window.
On the other hand, a true love can enrich itself. It gets tested and grows stronger.
Like in
Fiddler on the Roof,
Tevye and
Golde whose love is proven through action, not words. When
Tveye sings "Do you love me??" "When she says, "How can you ask if I love you? Look at all I've done with you. What else would you call it?"
This kind of love- the kind you realize you already have by the life you've created together-that's the kind that lasts. It endure hardships by relying on cooperation, compromise- and selflessness.
Remember the only difference between "marital" and "martial" is where you put the "i".
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