I wrote this in a state of deep inebriation. My apologies.
If you’re married and you have had the good fortune to not despise your partner, you’re lucky. You’re both lucky. Indulge me for a minute.
Think about this. There are about 600 trillion galactic superclusters in the observable universe, about 600 trillion galaxies in each supercluster, 600 trillion stars within each galaxy, with about 600 trillion planets. On ONE of those planets, in a crap corner of the galaxy, in an unremarkable part of stellar space, there are about 7 billion people. If we assume that of the other planets, 0.0001% are similarly populated, then you’re looking at two grains of sand on all the beaches on this planet.
You are TWO of that almost infinite amount, both finding each other at the right time, under the right circumstances and being compatible enough in nature to not kill each other. The odds of the two of you finding each other is akin to winning the lottery while being struck by lightning in a plane falling out of the sky. Yeah, lucky doesn’t even begin to over it.
But, your luck gets even better.
You’ve found what people throughout the ages have been looking for. The reason you happened to find it is because, when you least expected it, one of you looked up and saw the other. Another few seconds, one of you could have been gone and missed that ONE second in 13 BILLION years. That one microsecond, that would decide for the rest of your life, that you were destined to be happy with someone.
The idea of finding the one is much like going fishing. Except you’re fishing in the middle of the North Atlantic in a leaky rowboat in mid-October using nothing but string and a rusty hook.
Luck doesn’t begin to cover it.
You have found someone that expands your ability to love. You’ve found someone that doesn’t mind when your jaw makes that clicking sound when you eat. You have found someone who makes the best of you better, and the worst of you irrelevant. You don’t need to worry about the little things like the bills. You don’t need to worry about your job, or your car or your house or anything else, because in the end, even if everything around you falls apart, your house burns down, your car won’t start and you get fired, you have each other.
In a world of fake and judgmental people, you have fond someone you can be 100% honest with without fear that they’ll leave you over something as stupid as your political affiliation. You have found within each other the fulfillment of very single sappy and melodramatic love song ever written by Bryan Adams. (Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE Bryan Adams. But, his lyrics read like a 14 year old’s Tumblr account.)
Nicholas Sparks couldn’t hope to capture between the pages of a book what you live right now, right this moment. Because it’s real. It’s as real as the emptiness you felt before the two of you found each other and as real as the happiness that exists when one of you snort while laughing.
Maybe you’ll have children. And here’s the best part. If you do, they’ll see what a real relationship looks like, then they’ll settle for nothing less. Loving each other is the key to passing on a legacy of love to the future.
Maybe you haven’t found someone yet. Maybe you’re not even looking. Maybe you couldn’t care less about being with anyone. Maybe you’re happy alone. There is nothing wrong with any of these things. In my opinion, and this really is my opinion here, I believe that a life lived alone, is no life at all. We’re social animals. We need to be loved, cuddled and held.
To acknowledge these things is acknowledging your humanity.
Nothing hurts forever, nothing lasts forever, even the love shared between two perfectly balanced people. Given that nothing last forever, maybe we should be happy that while were on this planet, we’re capable of acknowledging the differences between us and use them as a reason to bring others closer to ourselves.
Finding the part of your soul that you didn’t even realize was missing, doesn’t mean the work is over. It means that the true journey of sharing your love with the world has only begun.
Drunken moment, over. Skyrim calls. Cheers.
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