decided to blog a post on marriages. it's amazing how many people asked me "When are you getting married?" ever since dunno how many years back. when they are aware that you are attached, settled at work and at that age, this question never fails to appear. A wide range of people asked me that question - relatives, cousins, friends, bosses, colleagues and even students. (Maybe they are not able to think of other questions to ask about me?) Disclaimer: I do not doubt the sincerity of their question. Sometimes this can get quite overwhelming that it puts me off; at times, it makes me think harder too.
when i was young in my sixteens, marriage is always sweet and lovely-dovey. perhaps this is just how TV dictates it to be. the "happily ever after" stories that were read since young probably plays a great part as well. The thought of just being in love and happy is simply sufficient. And I thought 25 is the magic number.
when i was in my early twenties, marriage looks blissful at times though it is not always as lovely as it seems. I also see the quarrels, pains and hurts it encompasses. I realise it's beyond staying happy and in love. probably someone who is good-looking, gentle, kind and sweet. I still believe that it can be romantic and sweet.
Marriage and love comes with the issue of money in late twenties. No wonder people always ask whether would u want love or bread? What would you choose? Marriage becomes less of a fantasy but more of a reality of moving on to a next stage of life. perhaps it will be deemed by society as abnormal or weird if you have not moved to that stage of life when you are in your thirties. Questions like "Don't you want to have children?", "Your children will be too young when you are old.", "You will have no energy.". Love no longer equals marriage. Family = Marriage.
The progression of how the ideals of marriage has become is quite saddening. And it is even worse when the pressures press in and when time just ticks off silently. Nonetheless, I still hope for a blissful one that is founded in love.
1 comment:
I wont ask if you share enough.
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