Showing posts with label philosophy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label philosophy. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

The 7-year Itch

I think I finally understand the idea of the seven-year itch, and no, I don't mean the movie. 

It's not just some random number that people throw out in conversation, nor is there anything magical or supernatural about the number itself. At the end of the day, it's just about the amount of time it takes for it to sink into a human's brain exactly who they're living with. Some people are slower on the uptake while others are a bit quicker, but seven's a nice ballpark figure to go with.

Not that there's something wrong with the other person, per se. But there are always little things, pet peeves or minor irritants, that a newlywed thinks will go away, will change, or will in some way miraculously become, if not palatable, then at least bearable. 

After seven years, however, it finally hits the no-longer-quite-a-newlywed that the problem didn't resolve itself on its own, and neither did the other slew of annoyances. In fact, as a few may begin to realize, if any change at all is to occur, that change must come from within. 

Most people, however, are unwilling to accept any such responsibly and, therefore, look around for the closest new person that they could conceivably find attractive in the right light.

These unfortunate people believe that their problem is their partner and, moreover, that if they choose a new partner, these problems will disappear. However, unless they accept their own responsibly in their next relationship, similar problems will resurface after seven years (if not sooner).

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Basking In The Luxury Of Life

Ah, the sounds of my life. A screen door banging against the frame, its handle long gone. The sounds of the neighbors driving their odd machines up and down the road, heedless of what time of day or night it might be. Dogs barking for reasons that are unclear. My son snoring in my lap peacefully after a morning of uncertainty.

And as I sit here, relishing these moments, I understand that they will not last forever. Time passes more quickly than I could have imagined as a child. It seemed that life would last forever; then, before I knew it, I was grown with children of my own. I see my father, and I realize that he has few years left. I treasure every moment with him. Always, in the back of my mind, I fear that I will not see him again.

Every moment that passes is a moment that will never come again. When it comes down to it, that is what matters. A person's race, religion, political views, opinions, job, level of wealth ... all rubbish. Enjoy life by the minute, without prejudice, without anger. There is not enough time for that sort of silliness.

Let's live.