I Learned That Getting Mad Was Easier

The World Is Not That Black And White, Rachel. There Are No Moral Absolutes. It Is Complex.

Maybe That's What It All Comes Down To. Love, Not As A Surge Of Passion, But As A Choice To Commit To Something, Someone, No Matter What Obstacles Or Temptations Stand In The Way. And Maybe Making That Choice, Again And Again, Day In And Day Out, Year After Year, Says More About Love Than Never Having A Choice To Make At All.

I Nod, Thinking Of How Difficult Marriage Can Be, How Much Effort Is Required To Sustain A Feeling Between Two People - A Feeling That You Can't Imagine Will Ever Fade In The Beginning When Everything Comes So Easily. I Think Of How Each Person In A Marriage Owes It To The Other To Find Individual Happiness, Even In A Shared Life. That Is The Only Real Way To Grow Together, Instead Of Apart.

My Head Spins As I Glance Away, Refusing To Get Sucked Back Into His Gaze When So Much Is At Risk.

There Is Always Something Comforting About Knowing That You Are Not Alone. That Other People Feel The Way You Do. That You Are A Bit Screwed Up, But Still Normal.