The purpose

One of my family members was reading Elle Magazine and posted part  of a quote about marriage on their blog. It penetrated my heart and touched me so deeply.

 “The point of living isn't to be in a perpetual state of fairy-tale ecstasy; it's to find the meaning of life, the meaning of your life. And the point of marriage, I think, is to create meaning, with every happy and sad memory, every hardship overcome, every kind act, every moment of acceptance, every triumph, every child, grandchild, pet, and friend you accumulate ¬together. The point of staying married until you die is to have a witness to your whole life, to the meaning you built. In the end, you can look at your spouse and say: Somebody knew me—and I knew them.”

I really liked this because I think when we create a recipe for life and things don't fall just according to plan we think we are missing out on a ingredient and had we done things differently life would taste all the sweeter. 

Experience has taught me though, that despite my best intentions and preparations that life is sloppy and will never be perfect. I'm not immune from challenges or bumps and living up to anyone's expectations is exhausting and impossible.

When we live in the mirage of a fantasy we become intoxicated with a lie. I know this because I use to think that if James and I had more things in common we would have a stronger and better relationship. 

This line of thinking  for me was extremely irrational because I've realized that I am extremely grateful ALL  our conversations alike. Whether they be bad or good they all have taught me something valuable.

It's taught me who I am, and the kind of person/wife I want to be. That alone has given me more direction and purpose into life that anything else has before; and for me personally that's what life is all about  -PROGRESSION!