Isn’t it interesting, we’ve more than enough food on our plates, refrigerators and our pantry, water flows like there’s a river named after each of us and more than a layer of roof sheltering us. Yet we’ve evolved to a new set of problems. We can’t find a pair of jeans that fits right. The ramen we had for lunch didn’t quite hit the spot. Or the book we picked up didn’t turn out to be as exciting.
I dared to admit to myself and voice it out loud that, it’s ok. And that is because I’m aware, I am not alone in this. A few months ago, if I’d sleep a couple hours into the day I would feel a mixture of emotions, for one I’d feel like a wasted weekend and then there’s guilt of not having spent that time with my kids. And there’s different flavors of such conundrums spread throughout the week.
The glue
Two months ago my best friend celebrated her 1st wedding anniversary and when I wished her, she said, “It’s been great the first year, Do you have any tips for the next year?” It’s been months and I still haven’t answered that question. That’s how complicated I find it.
What would you say are some tips? I could’ve gone with the usual, love, good communication, understanding, at least one meal together and in an argument, compromise. I could go on and on. But the more I tried to answer the question, it open up more questions.
Lets paint a picture, imagine with me. At the end of a busy day we sit across our love for that meal together, talking about our day, we women find an observation and we talk about it, “communication” and we are passionate about it, suddenly it’s now an argument, in this quest of “understanding” so many topics; old, ancient and ones we Compromised about are now out on the table. And there’s 4 ways this can go.
- The argument goes on, gets ugly, we agree to disagree; an indefinite Cold War.
- The man folds in and selective listening takes place on his part; A Wise man- no promises, this might repeat.
- There is some compromise, middle ground is found; That is a Goodnight.
- The woman agrees she overreacted, a fight postponed; a ticking bomb in other words.
Irrespective of how the night plays, the truth is we fight only with the ones we Love. It’s not like you’ll pick a fight with the fruit vendor for keeping his toilet seat up. Love and passion are what instigate all or most of our arguments and funnily society would have you believe the solution to an argument is in Love and a passionate one. It’s like when someone says , “Sleep like a baby” as a mom of 2 babies. I say, I rather not.
What is the trick to my grandparents being married for 50 years or my parents over 30? I wouldn’t want to open the Pandora’s box but from just 5 years married, more importantly the 2 months of soul searching I figured it out. The misunderstood qualities, that make a world of a difference are Sympathy and Empathy.
Sympathy comes off as pity but it’s really the first step. It’s being human, the husband/wife is juggling with projects and due dates at work and the other feels the amount of stress the love is going through. That is sympathy.
Empathy on the other hand is step 2; what are you going to do with that information? Just end it with a pep talk or do more. Empathy would be to maybe say, I understand you are so stressed, how can I help? And maybe suggest to temporarily pull some home chores off his/her hands. Literally, jumping in knowing it’ll make your life significantly harder for a bit.
Without these 2, I don’t think in today’s world a couple could find peace. Love, physical attraction and all the communication or compromise are only temporary if one can’t find the empathy, it’s the glue. It could instantly enrich any relationship for that matter.
And that, was my pinch of wisdom, as you do some empathizing, I’m going to respond to my best friend.





