And we see the silly spectacle of Olympic athletes crying because they only got a silver or bronze medal.
It's better to aim high and miss the mark, than to aim low and make it.
Accept nothing less than greatness! And if you're not great, your lesser victory means nothing, really.
As a society, we're in love with superlatives. The biggest, the fastest, the best.
We worship champions, and those who provided the worthy competitions are derided as also-rans. We boo them.
How many people have lived unfulfilled lives, and unrealized dreams, because they aimed too high, and couldn't be content with the small happiness that was on offer?
The same thing is true for marriage. I mean, look at some of the book titles that are out there...
- Passionate Marriage
- A Short Guide to a Happy Marriage
- Good Husband, Great Marriage
- 12 Hours to a Great Marriage
You get the point.
But what about marriages that aren't really passionate, and rub along relatively well, with commitment and comradeship, but without anything even remotely reminiscent of that honeymoon feeling?
Are they to be put down, because they don't go for the gold, or because they hit a lower mark?
Do we always have to be looking ahead to the Elysian future?
I don't think so. I think that it's time to celebrate the marriage that simply works. So what if you don't have the 10-second kisses recommended by Gary Chapman? (Or if you do, both of you have your eyes open, watching for which kid is going to put the cat in the china cabinet...again.)
So what if you don't have great sex? For a lot of forty-year-olds, one night of unbridled reckless passion means six visits to a chiropractor, and how to you explain why you're there to his teenage receptionist? Ugh.
So you take it slow, and one or both of you falls asleep halfway through...but what's wrong with that? At least you're together.
And so what if your husband's idea of a romantic gift is a toaster oven? Maybe he's seen what a pain it is for you to make a small meal in a big oven, or that bending down to the range oven hurts your back...and he's looking for a way to make your life easier.
More Ernest Borgnine than Brad Pitt, but is that a crime?
And what about your wife, who is too tired for sex, but who'll slip off your workboots while you're watching TV, and give your feet a wash and a massage?
If we look at what we've got, we may find that great is actually our address, and Paradise is resident in our home.