tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23869235.post114670509317374752..comments2023-09-25T04:10:23.046-04:00Comments on The Stone's Colossal Dream: I Do, For As Long As I DoTania Rochellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01343894619102379852noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23869235.post-1147048528469415682006-05-07T20:35:00.000-04:002006-05-07T20:35:00.000-04:00Love is easy. We all know how to do it. We do it e...Love is easy. We all know how to do it. We do it everyday with the same deoderant we buy, the movie we watch everyday, the smell of a summer day, whatever the case may be. Marriage is the challenge. It's not something we practice. Boyfriends, girlfriends, relationships; their not exactly practice because the plug can be pulled at any time; but we treat it that way. We treat it that way because we're afraid of failing. Afraid of hurting each other even if we're thinking of each other's best interests.<BR/><BR/>Marriage is about the commitment not to pull the plug. Whether you're married to your job, your beliefs, or your partner. It's the commitment that states "I'm not afraid to fail." If you're willing to accept that, and share that with someone else, you can only grow and sacrifice together. At least, that's what I've learned.Jasonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15564821612111319005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23869235.post-1147044304054715202006-05-07T19:25:00.000-04:002006-05-07T19:25:00.000-04:00When we got married, our priest asked everyone the...When we got married, our priest asked everyone there to keep on Doug and me about how we were doing when they saw us - as the years went by. He said we were in for a long haul of work, learning and growth and that we needed the support of our community to really make it. I remember as I said my vows, how it felt that the feeling of being on stage disappeared as I spoke. Through each word, the crowd disappeared from the pews and stood right up there behind me at the altar. It was the most amazing feeling. To not be alone. To say my vows not just to Doug and God, but to my family and friends. <BR/><BR/>Marriage has been the scariest and hardest thing I've ever done. Just hanging in there when things get dicey or I'm completely terrified deserves an award. Then comes listening. Then comes working. Then we coast for a while and it feels easy - and then something challenging comes our way and we do it all over again. This cycle becomes a little more reassuring as we go. <BR/><BR/>So far, this is the big lesson I've learned. Patience. I hope I'm capable of learning all the lessons well that will hit us when it's time. <BR/><BR/>I've heard someone say that when we get married, we come covered with lots of hard, pointy edges and barbs. But as we continue on in marriage and stick with it, the work we do to stay married starts to soften our rough exterier until we get smoother and smoother. I can certainly notice a smoother exterier in myself, and in Doug, compared to a just a few years ago. A neat metaphor, no?Anne Elserhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02425559946353875253noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23869235.post-1146723005325664402006-05-04T02:10:00.000-04:002006-05-04T02:10:00.000-04:00I don't know if I believe in the concept of "forev...I don't know if I believe in the concept of "forever and ever amen"....if you live your life in a state of self-awareness and self-actualization...and happen to find someone on a parallel path to yours...maybe...and that requires a LOT of work and commitment to self as well as relationship. <BR/><BR/>At best, I think it is possible, but more often than not, if we could shoot to love without attachments to the outcome and know when to hold on and when to let go, everyone would be a lot better off. The problem is that we are all so desperately afraid to be alone, to be unloved...the reality is that only we can provide that on a basic, core level for ourselves...relationships should simply be an enhancement to what we already are. <BR/><BR/>Aaah, fuck it...I'll just stick with my dogs for now. The worst they do is eat shit out of the litter box.Mary Campbellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01631594203558208360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23869235.post-1146710108953212662006-05-03T22:35:00.000-04:002006-05-03T22:35:00.000-04:00i prefer to be an outside observer until somebody ...i prefer to be an outside observer until somebody worth a crap comes along. if that ever happens.minus fivehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02878687181826931183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23869235.post-1146708468707691772006-05-03T22:07:00.000-04:002006-05-03T22:07:00.000-04:00T, I've been picking the dead skin off my feet for...T, I've been picking the dead skin off my feet for as long as I can remember. It's my one obsessive compulsive disorder. Anyway, it counter balances that trash heap you call your closet.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com