Listening to Many Rivers To Cross by Jimmy Cliff

So ... is the grass really greener? In all things, are we continually unhappy with our lot in life. In my life up unitl this point I
have heard that phrase most often in connection to relationships. Other people use it when talking about jobs, apartments, etc. I think that there are things that undoubtedly transcend an everyday envy. I mean, I hope they do. For instance, I would hate to think that if I ever had children I would compare and contrast them to other kids. But maybe I would. Maybe I would wish that my child was a little taller, more athletic, prettier, handsomer, etc.
You know what?
No I wouldn't.
I would be happy and love that child no matter how difficult their lot in life was, or how difficult my life was
And I think that the same could be said of a relationship. Now I have been guilty of leaving relationships for grass is greener scenarios, as I am sure we all have. But I think that at a certain point you transcend that way of thinking. Eventually all of the memories you have built up with someone outweigh the work you would have to do with someone new. I understand that marriages fall apart, people change, etc. But there's a sense of traditionalism from generation's past that has been lost on us I think. I think that we have forgotten what it means to work on a relationship, on ourselves, on our lives with another person. Social conditioning has led us to the point that a divorce or a "starter marriage" is an acceptable process by which to establish our love lives.
Maybe it is. Or maybe it is another nod towards the INEVITABLE DEMISE OF OUR CIVILIZATION. Just kidding. Not really. I think as you get older you learn that the next option isn't necessarily going to be better, Especially when you don't even have a next option yet. We are all accorded our lots in life and we all live with the choices we make. When it comes to love, it is so hard to come across something worth any value these days that to let it go is beyond foolishness. And maybe that will change over time, or maybe you will be one of the fortunate few who can slug it out until you reach that easy twilight of love. The time when all the hard times and good times have melded into a shared life of family and friends and pain and pleasure. When all of the jealousy or envy you had for things that you didn't have pass into the dusk of a well-lived life.
Because, again, isn't that the ultimate goal? To have a life that has been well worn. Like a photo album where the corners are wrinkled and worn, the leather scuffed in some places, polished in others, but well used?