“Learning to communicate, and how to balance a healthy relationship seemed to me like scary-big obstacles. ‘Building and maintaining a serious relationship’ sounds like, I don’t know, an unpleasant job, maybe? Like some sort of ‘Office Space’-like bore-machine? But that’s not it at all. I’m having a hard time finding the right words for what I’m talking about, because ‘work’ and ‘try’ and ‘effort’ just aren’t quite right. A ‘labor of love,’ I guess is what I’m getting at. Something that isn’t necessarily easy, but that you really, really enjoy doing, because it brings you closer together with the girl of your dreams. And I still feel this way, which is why it rips me up inside when I think about you, or hear a song that reminds me of you…Even worse, I know there is so much more about you that I haven’t had the chance to experience.”
This was the wisedom taken from my grandmother about her 55-year marriage to my grandfather, once he had passed. It is beautiful, it is intelligent, and it is full of emotion. Yet, there seems to be a sort of generativity to it-there is a lesson to be learned that is true for all people. If I could be paid to do what I love, I would spend my time with my family getting to know the more intrapersonal lessons that can only be taught by life alone.