A Marriage, Just A Beginning
And I mused and imagined the most beautiful women which I could choose, perhaps if I were good-looking as an Apollo or Solomon who had more than a hundred beautiful wives. But what does it mean to him if some day he’s old, sick, not rich, not a king any more, they gladly would leave him.
I certainly would be very happy if there were just one woman who picked me up, chose me above other clever, handsome men and still loves me despite my ungainly appearance. And I remember Benji the dirty, stinking little sick puppy who was left alone on a garbage heap that was taken in and so loved.
I could love almost any woman. Could you forbid me not to love so many delightful music of Bach, Mozart, Handel, Debussy, forbid me not to like eating prawn, crab, fish, barbeque, sayur asam, pete, pecel, mango, durian, … or forbid me to like orchids, roses, even weeds as well? Which should I choose? Which is the number one? All are number one. There’s no second.
To be lucky to fall in the arms of a woman and be permitted to kiss her or being kissed.
I did not know that a marriage is just the beginning of a new, still, richer, adventurous life before. What’s a happy, safe marriage without quarrels, disputes, jealousy, “infidelity”, hard times, daily chores… the storms of life, when the marriage boat almost capsized, as what I encounter I never knew, imagined before. Lovers dream of marriage as a haven, a stupid, dull heaven on earth. Ignorant of married life brings disappointment, disillusion,
Yet those unmarried certainly are not less lucky, less happy than those that are. Why? Sure, you, anyone always could be a couple, man and woman as Nature’s Children, male and female, without oaths, papers and wedding ceremonies. I did not tell my wife though. She would say I’m a scoundrel. Ha, ha, ha. So said opa Johan.
January 2009
And I mused and imagined the most beautiful women which I could choose, perhaps if I were good-looking as an Apollo or Solomon who had more than a hundred beautiful wives. But what does it mean to him if some day he’s old, sick, not rich, not a king any more, they gladly would leave him.
I certainly would be very happy if there were just one woman who picked me up, chose me above other clever, handsome men and still loves me despite my ungainly appearance. And I remember Benji the dirty, stinking little sick puppy who was left alone on a garbage heap that was taken in and so loved.
I could love almost any woman. Could you forbid me not to love so many delightful music of Bach, Mozart, Handel, Debussy, forbid me not to like eating prawn, crab, fish, barbeque, sayur asam, pete, pecel, mango, durian, … or forbid me to like orchids, roses, even weeds as well? Which should I choose? Which is the number one? All are number one. There’s no second.
To be lucky to fall in the arms of a woman and be permitted to kiss her or being kissed.
I did not know that a marriage is just the beginning of a new, still, richer, adventurous life before. What’s a happy, safe marriage without quarrels, disputes, jealousy, “infidelity”, hard times, daily chores… the storms of life, when the marriage boat almost capsized, as what I encounter I never knew, imagined before. Lovers dream of marriage as a haven, a stupid, dull heaven on earth. Ignorant of married life brings disappointment, disillusion,
Yet those unmarried certainly are not less lucky, less happy than those that are. Why? Sure, you, anyone always could be a couple, man and woman as Nature’s Children, male and female, without oaths, papers and wedding ceremonies. I did not tell my wife though. She would say I’m a scoundrel. Ha, ha, ha. So said opa Johan.
January 2009
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