So, what you wanted to be at 30, is not what you are. No one defies that you’re hardworking, focused, disciplined, and many other virtues. Mr Life will hear nothing of it. He pushes and shoves. You need a wife, society expects you to have one. Last weekend was your buddy’s kids birthday party and you don’t want to be left out. You want to fit in, because society will not let you have a good night’s sleep. Your internal self will not give you a break. He will ask questions and require answers. And so, out of the blue, appears this compromised partner, just in good time. They are the perfect fit. And the model seems complete. A man looks himself at the mirror and his dreams diminish. He thought he had it. Life treats everyone fairly, so he has to accept his current state. Old love is forgotten, now we have to fit in. And so we engage. We tell each other lies, we fulfill a part of our destiny, just a tiny bit. Deep inside, we know what we want, but it’s not within reach. Sometimes we have to believe in fate, and fate has given us this. So we make promises, we adapt and we embrace the moment.
And then the disagreements come. We want the other person to change, to fit that earlier model in our system. But people don’t change.
And here comes trouble!