Taking a moment to listen to this would seriously enrich your life. I couldn't help but cry.
I've been thinking lately of hopping on top of some blogging soapbox (again) to declare that in this world of summing oneself up into concise online profiles composed of brief lists of interests and blurbs about who we all are, that real compatibility seems lost under heaps of superficial compost. We will never be happy in a relationship with someone else simply because we are both "indie" or "hip" or "athletic" or "punk" or because we "get" one another. It is good to have things in common, but unless a relationship is genuinely founded on selflessness, faith, hope, charity, and patience, the happiness found in it will diminish to nothingness.
I am living proof. If there is anything I learned from surviving such an unbearable marriage for three years, it is this. Adam and I liked all of the same books and films and music, but none of that meant anything when it came to actually helping one another through life. The thread of contention that wove itself through the course of our courtship became the only reliable consistency that existed.
Amen.
Now I'll get back to my homework...
2 comments:
I agree... except maybe about the part about getting each other... I think "getting" each other falls in the other category of necessary. I dated a few guys that were pretty selfless and kind and great but they didn't understand me. It was bad.
amen.
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