The kingdom of heaven

Is like treasure hidden in a field. When a man found it, he hid it again, and then in his joy went and sold all he had and bought that field.

Again, the kingdom of heaven is like a merchant looking for fine pearls. When he found one of great value, he went away and sold everything he had and bought it.

Galfriends

I'm starting to see why one would get into a relationship. When you meet someone who understands you. Somewhat.

Put in work

I've heard it said that one has to work at relationships. To keep them going. Perhaps it's just the lazy side of me, but I always thought this to be wrong. I've been a firm believer in if it's right it shouldn't be burdensome. It shouldn't be work.

Doing things based on feelings has it's consequences though. Sub-optimal consequences. But for some reason I've preferred to have a not-so-good outcome that I was really into rather than a pristine result which my heart wasn't into. You'd think I also ride motorbikes and things but I'm as conservative as they come. My heart must not be into exciting, spontaneous things. A chic told me once that I'd make a good husband. I wasn't too pleased. I figured that was chic-speak for you're boring. I knew it even. I'd always known it, so it didn't bother me. From what I'd seen, there is someone for everyone.

Back to relationships. Work. I hear a lot of hooked up people complain about all sorts of things, yet continue in their situations. Quite like the 8 to 5 version of work. Complain but continue. Never made sense to me that combination. Stop one or the other I always thought. If you're married it's a bit more complicated, but the same logic holds. You surely can't spend all your life complaining.

I envy couples though. Envy people who are happy. Perhaps they do have to work at it. Perhaps doing a whole bunch of stuff you would rather not do, but stuff that the other person does want is the way to be happy. It surely isn't easy. Not as easy as being alone.

Liar liar

It seems to be easy to lie. Easier than telling it like it is. I suppose it's one of those things that one grows out of. Children certainly seem to have an easier time of it.

It seems to be driven by fear a lot of the time. With me anyway. Fear of how things will look or something like that. Something meaningless like that. But I keep doing it. To be fair total honesty hasn't worked out real well either. Saying it like it is never seems to come out right. Or I'm yet to master how to do it. It's something worth pursuing though. Anything to stop all the lies.