It takes a couple
- Samton Gina
- Jul 4, 2017
- 3 min read
There was once a mother of two boys, two boys who loved playing games, they spent most of their time playing games, and they were devoted to them. The eldest brother had a phone but didn’t use it much; the younger brother wished he too had a phone of his own.
There’s constantly a debate about marriage, where two groups battling it out, which one group is for it and the other being against the thought of settling down with someone. “I’d never settle down with anyone” “I fail to clean up after someone else’s mess” “We could have fun but let’s leave it as fun” “I’d settle down” “If I could go back and change the hands of time, I’d spend more time with you” The tug of war between these two groups will have all of us at the edges of our seats. Be it you are for it or be it you’re against it.
There was once a young lad who was loved by his mother, this boy got everything he pleaded for including the phone he has been longing for years. His mother climbed towers for her two boys; they knew she would break a sweat in order for them to keep smiling. Her youngest son received his first phone; he was happy and vowed to always call his mother.
He couldn’t even wait any second longer; he took his phone and immediately made his fingers and eyes home. He had all the necessary bits on his phone, the social media to keep up with his friends, instant messaging in order to connect with his mother and he also added his all time favourite game. All of this made him love his phone even more; he spent hours holding his brand new phone, showing it off to his friends and brother. This didn’t faze them as they knew he was excited.
This game that this young gentleman had on his phone kept him quiet and busy at all times, he played it several times a day. It was a piece of pie to him; he managed to get through the stages with ease, setting high score after high score. All this unfortunately couldn’t last, the winning streak ended, there was a mission he failed at, attempted it several days but still failed. He was furious of this to a point where he started yelling and banging his brand new phone on their coffee table.
Astonished by what his younger brother was doing he stood next to him in doubt and questioning his intentions of his brand new phone his brother kept quiet and nodded his head. He wasn’t intrigued or entertained by this at all; he walked in with his friend and they started playing TV games right next to his moody little brother. They were having a lot of fun without him; the TV game stole all their attention and care.
He tried this game, just one more time using a different strategy and astonishingly managed to get through the once difficult stage of his all time favourite game. The very second he managed to get through that stage he realised how simple it was, all he needed to do was strategise properly. All the yelling and banging the phone on the coffee table was pointless to him.
You might be wondering how all of this has anything to do with marriage, I’m single and this is how I see it. It’s like the younger brother who was once excited about playing his all time favourite game on his brand new phone until he reached a stage where he thought that he would not be able to get through. He attempted yelling and banging it on the coffee table but realised that all of that was pointless and didn’t give him any progress. Likewise, when you’re married you’ll get to a point you realise that yelling and using physical strength is pointless, there’s a need of using a different strategy or seeing a similar situation at a different angle.
He could’ve uninstalled the game to install a better one but he didn’t (Divorced and got married) He could’ve played the TV game with his brother but he didn’t (Divorced and stayed single) He could’ve played against other players online but he didn’t (Stayed married and played around)
Once he managed that one difficult stage of his game, he realised how simple it was, all he needed to do was to use his brain instead of his voice and strength. He was patient for the mere fact that he loved his game.
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