I am not sure if such counts as self-centered as to refer to my book two posts in a row, but this one is a third of two siblings that are there. You can refer to them at your leisure. I myself did for old time’s sake. It’s such a fine event when one simply reiterates old thoughts on the mere account of being himself. It has in it a slant shade of being undone, however.
In contrary to what you might expect, this is not going to be a rally of my philosophies on the subject, but rather an open-ended question: what do you think about age difference and marriage?
My family was too quintessential to kindle any hope within me in the subject’s being manifested in reality, and so I turn to you. If a man in this wretched country wants to marry a woman who’s years older than himself (not one, or two, or even three), what would the folds of destiny hold for them? Be honest, and well, leave out the typical responses. I seek original reflections, and I trust I shall receive some.
This is a quote from the two years older post (I am such an emotional disaster, am I not?):
Those beauties are on the verge of extinction these days. Some amazing graces mother you by their mere presence, by the way they laugh, smile, or even cry. The peace of mind they summon around their contented souls is just a healing balm, and oh, the nostalgic fragrance they exude; their religious sides and their shy natures, their dreams, their silent worries and realistic expectations; not to mention, their families and friends… Everything is just prefect begad.
Yet, they’re rarely around or in appearance. They’re not ‘cool’ or ‘hip’ or ‘crazy.’ They’re just themselves to the extreme of themselves. They love themselves when everyone else is busy putting on make-up (metaphorically and literally speaking). They’re calm when everyone else is enjoying unnecessarily loud blabbering. They’re wise when everyone just talks. They’re home when everyone else is lost outdoors.
One of those, dear world, is my dream wife. One of those, dear God, is what I pray for.