So, I got married yesterday.
47 days after our first proper meeting, 45 days after falling in love and 11 days after proposing to her, we’re finally husband & wife. This, dear readers, is what’s been keeping me so busy these last few weeks that I couldn’t even write up a proper post.
Anime, games, movies, songs, nothing held my interest for long. Food was just a necessary routine to keep me thinking straight, sleep became a precious commodity that came few and far between. Of course, I had more on my mind than just her. Plans were coming into shape, for the present and the future.
If you love someone this* much, you want to stay together, forever. Apparently this simple concept turned out to be quite difficult to grasp for some of my “well-wishers”. A soul binding experience such as this doesn’t just happen on mere whim. The aforementioned plans were meticulously thought out to ensure that we weren’t “rushing into things”.
So was I lucky to meet her at this stage in my life?
Nah, I don’t believe in chance occurrences. The universe didn’t just spontaneously came into existence, you weren’t accidentally born, and reading this post wasn’t just some random encounter as you were checking out your emails/ FB status/ Twitter updates or RSS feeds. Ok, maybe all of it the last part is true, but that’s beside the point. So what? Is it fate then?
Ask, and ye shall receive.
If you truly desire something from the depths of your soul, and the odds are completely stacked against you, you’ll start praying. Trust me. And while it’s interesting to debate the finer points of faith vs fate, this is a colourful topic better left for another time. Just know that a true prayer will “pierce the heavens!“, and that which you humbly ask for, with honest intentions, will be yours. Since deculture isn’t about religious (or political) discussions, I’ll stop the preaching right here.
That’s great, now what?
A long journey ends, a new adventure begins.
Looking back at my life until yesterday, I visualize it as a book. A decently fat book, filled to the brim with stories on many a crooked page, others with long essays on self-reflection, and yet many more with careful sketches representing my dreams. Everything in there is an experience that I love to remember and hate to have gone through. Some of them were the happiest moments of my life, others were soul-crushingly painful. All of these frozen memories are etched in that tattered old book, reminding me of the precious lessons learned in life, making me who I am today.
So now that I’ve put that old book aside, there’s a new one in front me. The pages on this one are gleaming white, completely void of even a single word, letter or mark. This new book is ready to be written on, and I gingerly start inking in the first words. But not just me, we do it together. These initial lines will define this new book: our new life. I can feel the weight of this book, it’s importance, it’s brilliance. I don’t know now how deep the pages go, but I hope and pray that they go on forever.
So there you have it deculture, love defies everything, conquers all!
*unquantifiable, i.e. infinite