Some of what I’m going to say, I’m sure you’ve already heard, but perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to hear it again.
A little while back, I was in a bad relationship. It wasn’t any one person’s fault, though. Things just didn’t seem to be clicking like they should; my heart just wasn’t in it. I thought for a while that I was the issue—that it was part of who I was to just “not feel it”. I convinced myself for a time that it was easier to just settle in and hope to get used to everything. Maybe I’d become accustom to everything that was bothering me.
I was wrong.
The break-up was a long time coming, but that didn’t make it any less nerve-wracking. I wondered if I was making a mistake, and worried that I’d end up regretting it. Fortunately, that was not the case at all. I’ll spare the finer details of the couple months that followed; all I want to say is that things do have a way of getting better, even if we don’t know how they will.
I’m not saying everyone will end up content or happy because, in reality, that just wouldn’t make sense. What I do know, is that everyone gets what they deserve. If the binge-drinking, foul-mouthed brute thinks he’s fine living as a menace to his fellow men and women, he’ll end up balanced against someone equally toxic. However, if you’re flawed (as all humans naturally are) but instead try to better yourself, and live morally, it will pay off. You don’t have to seem like an exceptional person to be good: Trying to become better is what counts.
A natural gentleman may be ignoring a gambling habit. The workplace leader might be a habitual adulterer. The family man may be looking for reasons to justify his own racist beliefs. Demons can wear suits just as easily as angels can wear rags: It is up to us to decide the type of person we want to be, and things will follow from there.
If you ever find that seeing your significant other feels like a chore more than a blessing, then it’s time to take a moment to think, “Is this what I want?” Yes, our emotions are stupid, blind, and controlling... but sometimes they’re right. In a world where 50 percent of all marriages end in divorce, there’s no shame in wanting to be sure you fall on the better half.
Sure, you can blow this all off as superstition and the preachings of a man who got better luck than most, but I’ve been on the worse side of fear and doubt and seemingly-hopelessness. It was my home for many years.
Hey, maybe I’m wrong. Maybe the world is a cruel and heartless place, but I’ve come to see how quickly things can change. If you’re truly unhappy already, what do you have to lose?
