My definition of happiness has gone on quite a trip in life. Now, it stands where it started.
When I was a child, I remember happiness being defined as family outings. My late father was an active participant in our development. Even though he was working hard to make ends meet, whenever he could steal a day off from work, it would either be spent on family picnics, or family lunches or even family television watching sessions. He made sure that he would catch up on us during these times. Was there anything new in school? Any favourite subject? Any interesting guy? The conversation would revolve around the lives of his children. My sisters and I used to look forward to his off days. I remember those days brought a lot of happiness to my innocent life.
Then, teenage years arrived. I was thrown into a roller coaster journey of self exploration and discovery. Happiness took the form of extrinsic achievement.When I was finally able to afford a blouse that everyone else had bought months ago, I was over the moon. I remember being so grateful to God for answering my month long prayer to open my father's heart so that he would let me go to a friend's sixteenth birthday party. The ultimate was that orgasmic elation when the guy I had been panting for for years finally smiled at me!
When adulthood set in, situations were less dramatic. Happiness was achieved through responsible decisions and actions: my first contribution to the family economy; my first trip to Europe from my own salary; my pursuit for higher studies from my own savings; my first grand purchase - my very own flat.
Later on, when I began to fall in love, happiness was all about the external effects. Life revolved around relationships, a string of them. The calls, the affirmation of love, the gifts when they arrived, the quarrels and make-ups, his very existence whoever "his" was at various points in time.
And now? I am married with a wonderful daughter. My definition of happiness is the time spent with my family. The evenings at the beach while Misha struggled with her pink ball. The family dinner at East Coast Marina Cove as Misha struggled with her cutlery. The family television sessions with Misha in the middle, struggling to stay awake.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Monday, January 4, 2010
How to be a Perfect Wife
It is not difficult to be a perfect wife. After all, if 'I' believe 'I' am perfect, nobody can say otherwise. 'I' look after the children. 'I' cook for him. 'I' contribute to the household economy. 'I' make sure the children would not disturb him whenever he comes home tired. 'I' run around with the errands. 'I' even fake the orgasm when necessary. Why? So that he can be a perfect husband. Therefore, after all of the above and a whole lot more, 'I' have to be a perfect wife.
It is, however, difficult - but not impossible - to be the perfect wife. After all of the above and a whole lot more, the physical, emotional and psychological drain will ultimately make 'me' wonder - who am 'I'? This has led many wives to embark on a soul search journey. They cannot understand why, after all that they have done and sacrifices that they have made, they are not appreciated by the species whom they believe they have been a perfect wife to. They become frustrated and disillusioned and they leave the marriage.They fail to realise that in wanting to be a perfect wife, they have lost a perfect 'me'.
If 'me' is lost in the equation, even the 'wife' cannot be in existence, what more the perfect wife. After all, the wife - or the perfect wife - is not just a title. It is about the life of a being. Therefore, 'me' has to be substantiated.
If 'I' am not happy with 'me', then 'I' have to do something about it. Because especially in a marriage - a union of two different individuals - 'I' have to be the perfect 'me' to 'myself' for 'me' to be the perfect wife. After all, that title is very much dependent on who, what and how 'I' am.
The bottom line is to be the perfect wife, first be the perfect 'me'. Because it was 'me' whom he had married - for better or for worse - either two days, or three weeks, or four months, or five years, or even many decades ago
It is, however, difficult - but not impossible - to be the perfect wife. After all of the above and a whole lot more, the physical, emotional and psychological drain will ultimately make 'me' wonder - who am 'I'? This has led many wives to embark on a soul search journey. They cannot understand why, after all that they have done and sacrifices that they have made, they are not appreciated by the species whom they believe they have been a perfect wife to. They become frustrated and disillusioned and they leave the marriage.They fail to realise that in wanting to be a perfect wife, they have lost a perfect 'me'.
If 'me' is lost in the equation, even the 'wife' cannot be in existence, what more the perfect wife. After all, the wife - or the perfect wife - is not just a title. It is about the life of a being. Therefore, 'me' has to be substantiated.
If 'I' am not happy with 'me', then 'I' have to do something about it. Because especially in a marriage - a union of two different individuals - 'I' have to be the perfect 'me' to 'myself' for 'me' to be the perfect wife. After all, that title is very much dependent on who, what and how 'I' am.
The bottom line is to be the perfect wife, first be the perfect 'me'. Because it was 'me' whom he had married - for better or for worse - either two days, or three weeks, or four months, or five years, or even many decades ago
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