I came across someone’s writings just recently.
About depression. And someone had suggested that to avoid being depressed, never…never…and never keep things to yourself as it will burden you with unnecessary thoughts.
But some other people said, what if we don’t trust people? Secrets told kept on broken. Then gossips spread like a virus. And finally, the end.
Hmm..guess it’s about time for me to pray that my future husband should be someone whom I can share my thoughts, my secrets, my stories and my worries with. Just like sharing stuff with a best friend. That sounds nice. To live together with a man, a husband and a best friend.
For me, marriage is the solution to most new age diseases nowadays. Infidelity. Adultery. Depression. Marriage is awesome. It adds value to people.
But still, there are so many people who are married, but they are not happy, simply because their other half are not communicative enough to make their life fulfilled. For me marriage is not all about having a lawful sex partner or to get lawful kids and to get legal rights to own some shared properties, but it also means that we have a lifetime friend whom we can share everything in life. Good or bad. A soul partner. A soul mate.
Communication is the key.
I have seen some married couple live their life miserably boring. No conversations occurs. No informations shared. No jokes made. Just sex (if they do it anyway). Just imagine living in a house with some one, but only silence deafening the air. The silence alone IS deafening enough to bear.
What about days? And months? And years?
And who is to blame when they start looking for excitement OUTSIDE their home? But can it be called home anyway? 🙂
And guess what, if my future marriage is going to be like that, I MUST feel luckier to be single and happy than being married but miserable. Oh my still-somewhere-unknown future husband, please be my best friend.
Or am I asking too much?