A thought occurred to me tonight as I drove home from rehearsal, and heard a bluegrass song on the radio relating the story of some wedding ring in a pawn shop that keeps getting bought for a young couple, and then sold when they split, only to be rebought again. That got me thinking: let’s say there was a magic wedding ring that would guarantee a storybook, “perfect” marriage (whatever that is to you, I guess), but it would only last for 5 years, at which point the two of you would be irrevocably removed from one another. Would you wear it?

I, myself, would not. I suppose it would be nice knowing that you would be getting the maximum positive outcome from those 5 years, but damn, the end would be all that much more heartbreaking. Or, knowing that the end was coming, maybe you’d grow distant towards the end, or never even get that attached at all.

No, give me my conflict. Give me my uncertainty. Give me something real, because that’s what makes every day that much more special.

Okay, sappy post is over.