Still so much to do, So many places to go, So many people to meet, So much food to eat, So much fun to have.
Please show me how great it can get Lord 🥺🙏🏼
My wife is away for work, and I am utterly adrift without her.
Nights feel longer. The silence is heavier. I find it hard to sleep without her beside me, her breathing, her warmth, the quiet gravity of her presence. Day by day, we’ve woven ourselves into each other’s rhythm thread by thread until I can no longer tell where I end, and she begins.
There’s no one to watch shows with, pausing to laugh or comment on a character’s foolishness. No one to share a meal with, not just the food, but the feeling of being known while eating. Sometimes, we just sit in silence, doing our individual tasks, but in that silence, I feel safe, loved and understood.
Marriage, when done right, isn’t a prison. It’s a greenhouse. You grow in it upward, outward. You bloom. I only wish I’d married her sooner.
Every act of sacrifice I make for her big or small is done not out of duty but devotion. Because she has brought such rich, radiant meaning to my life.
I remember coming home exhausted one night and falling asleep on the couch. I woke up with my shoes off, a blanket tucked around me and somehow, that moment told me everything I needed to know about love.
Marriage, when in sync with the right person, is like downshifting from gear 8 to gear 3 as you approach the Bus Stop chicane at Spa-Francorchamps.
You’re flying at 300 kph, the engine screaming, the world a blur, and then
8. 7. 6. 5.4.3.
Your brain compresses time.
Your left foot dances.
Your fingers are poised.
Your soul smiles.
Each downshift lands like a heartbeat, perfectly in time. The engine brake sings a beautiful symphony of pressure and grace. The gearbox spits and crackles like applause in a cathedral. The car shudders not in fear but in response. It’s alive. And you are dancing with it.
As you trail-brake into the corner, the rear end flickers just enough to remind you that you're mortal, but you're calm. Gear 3 locks in. The car rotates like it’s thinking with you, not against you. You glide over the curb, short-shift to 4th, and rocket out of the apex with purpose.
That’s what marriage is.
When it works, it’s not chaos. It’s control. It’s not noise. It’s harmony.
It’s not slowing down, it’s finding the right gear to move forward together.
How easy it is to lose yourself, how hard it is to realize you've lost yourself, how difficult it can be to get back at being yourself while the world never stopped.
The problem is that we call it “gossip”. it’s meaningful conversations centered around dissecting information & events that happen daily 😭 it keeps me going tbh.
It’s interesting how, as you get older, you gradually realize that the things you once thought you really wanted no longer hold the same appeal. Various factors may influence this shift, leading you to disconnect from those desires.
I was meeting an uncle over early lunch today to talk about some matters and we idly wandered into home ownership. He felt, maybe rightly, that people my age [me inclusive] were not ‘serious’ at this life thing. His measure of seriousness was the ability to build and own a home.
But in all seriousness I think that’s just a side effect of being completely single for a while. If there’s not a spark when we communicate, I kinda just don’t want to do it at all