I’m in the middle of a book about marriage—borrowed from a friend, like many of life’s biggest questions. Marriage has always stirred something in me. Not just curiosity, but a kind of restless wonder. Among all the existential questions that occasionally camp out in my mind, a few wear wedding rings.

I still remember a moment from my teenage years—one of those imprints that time doesn’t blur. My mother, with her unshakable realism, said to me: “Every marriage looks perfect from the outside. But once you’re inside, there’s no guarantee that your home will ever feel truly peaceful again. Arguments creep in when you least expect them—usually over children or money.”

At the time, I didn’t fully understand what she meant. Now, it echoes louder with each page I turn. Marriage isn’t just about love. It’s about negotiations, mismatched expectations, and figuring out how two people can keep choosing each other through chaos and calm.

And I keep reading… trying to make sense of the mystery.
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