What if I say there's no definite definition for marriage, that it keeps changing with time? First, and perhaps to avert cold feet, they’ll tell you it is a sacred bond, one that'll put an end to serial dating, and afford you the license to get laid without responsibility for wrongdoing, so go ahead and procreate lawfully; enjoy the happiest and most beautiful life together.
A year or less after you've mooned the honey, shit starts to happen; petty jealousies, highhandedness, etc. You now frequent your “Sila Nyatongko” for counseling, and then the definition changes. Marriage now becomes a thing of patience, and a test of your ability to endure. You need to persistently work towards getting the chemistry right.
Next you start second-guessing your reason for venturing into this overrated institution. You start comparing yours with Reality TV inspired unions. Then another definition; marriage is the same everywhere. Those seemingly perfect relationships you see are but cosmetic. People who stay in this union do it to avoid broken homes; they do it for the kids. Marriage is no bed of roses.
Astafirullah! Don't mind this theory. I just needed to write something. Being married may be more complex than it appears, but seriously, being in a relationship without serious aims is a fate worse than marriage, because the latter will at least offer you more than one string to your bow.
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