There are so many broken people in this world.
“Are you married?” “No.” “Good. Don’t do it. It’s a trap.”
I’ve heard it before — several times in fact. From older contacts, bruised and embittered by failed relationships.
But now I’m hearing it more — from younger people, peers, in their 20s and 30s. They are just as broken, and just as bitter.
Where is this coming from? As a “chronic single” I wonder what is happening to us. How are we falling so much faster from belief that even our human connections are inherently faulty, and that lasting bonds are nothing more than bondages that last?
It frightens me to here the young marrieds I know speak so jadedly of their spouses after just a few years — or even months. It saddens me to know of people younger than me who have already been through the ringer of divorce — sometimes more than once. It breeds wariness, and worse, hopelessness.
Are we becoming so broken that the implosion of broken dreams and broken hearts is simply inevitable? God forbid. But why, then, does it seem that unsteady couplings are so quickly put out of their misery rather than doctored and healed?
How quickly we lose hope for the future and sight of the end game.
How quickly we throw in the towel when we’re called on mistakes.
How quickly we shut down the face of our errors instead working the difficult edits.
How quickly we give up. In pain. And convince ourselves it’s all a lie. And try to convince others of the same.
Please God, forbid.