I've said a few times, "I don't believe in The One, I believe in the work."
And this idea is elegantly portrayed here:
Partial re-post from The Sexy Celibate's blog, Playing With The Hand We've Been Given.
Glennon Doyle gives us this remarkable bit of wisdom in her post called The Lie and the Truth about Marriage.
Love Does Not Just Happen. It’s Forged.
Our romantic love drenched culture tells us that you fall in
love. Falling is not something you do by choice. It happens to you.
Falling is even kind of a mistake, something that you didn’t control. It
implies happenstance. It hints at destiny. Falling is euphoric and
dreamy. It starts out exhilarating and makes you feel alive.
But falling ends. Often abruptly and with a lot of pain.
Forging is such a different verb than falling. Forging’s definition is to form by heating and hammering; to beat into shape.
Forging involves taking something that is broken and making it
beautiful by putting energy into it time after time. Every day it is
work. Some days it is a fight. You have to go against the grain and
challenge your own comfort in order to forge.
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