Fingerprints

"It's up to my wife.." A student told me today when I asked them to present in class their future plans. I honestly was taken aback by his response. He wasn't the type of who would let someone decide for him. But there he was telling me this. Somehow, I wasn't sure that his declaration was for real. When I asked him if the decision to get married was his, he simply said, "I don't have a choice." I wonder. If I were the fiance and I heard all these, how would it feel like? On the other hand, will men really dodge the bullets of marriage if they could? Why so? Is marriage only for the weak? I hope not.

I have lost the battle of love. Time and time again, I go back to the same spot. But this time, my battle scars are far from healing. Moping doesn't help in this line. Neither is self-pity. I don't know what I am to gain from all these but I'd like to think of it as a very important milestone of my life. That I, at the age of 30, finally decided to face the music instead of collecting scraps of love. I know it's a bit late for some, but as my old friend Sir Jake told me: "Think of it as a 5-year Thesis." I never saw a thesis that could make someone cry like this before! Haha.. Therefore, I'd rather think of it as an experience. I have loved and I have lost. Whatever the moral of the whole thing is, I have yet to find out.