Marry for money, or starve for love. If there is no between, what would be your choice? I sincerely believe that the great majority of people would choose the first, even though they might not admit it.
Welcome to the material world, where our happiness is usually attached to the fame and the fortune you could get. No one believe in happily-together-forever fairy like ending, and no one like to make sacrifice to the others. Instead, we rush in and out of the relationships or marriages for personal gains. And our greed needs for money could never been satisfied. Marriage, once the sacred proof of love and tenderness, now has become something could sell out for expedience. Here I am no intention of passing judgments, and certainly I am not entitled to. It’s a personal choice and the decision should be totally laid on the person concerned only.
Here I just want to explain why I would rather starve for love than marry for money. Don’t get me wrong, I am certainly the one of the world lings. I need food, shelter, cloth and social contact. In short, money matters to me. But I believe with efforts I can build a warm home with my loved ones. My home might be humble and poor, but I am sure I could make it comfortable and cheerful as long as the family members are bounded together with love. Starve is just a temporary thing. After all, making a living is comparably easier, but making a life is another story. That’s why I don’t have the same confidence in marriage based on the personal gains. It might be a way to get rich, but certainly not an approach to the happiness. To have a big house, but an empty home; to have a luxury car, but a trapped life; to have Chanel and Gooci, but no body appreciate. What’s the happy about that?
I am cynical, and I believe marriage is a great demanding thing. It takes a lot of energy, time and intelligence to make it success. If it starts with being used as a tool, if doubts and personal spites have already infected the air of a home, what’s the chance we stood to work it out? To make it worse, in most cases such marriage can deprive you of the capability to be independent. One of my friends married to a most successful man, but she is not happy. It is true that women could tolerate a lot when she is afraid. She endures her husband’s indifferences and unfaithful, she bears her in-laws sneers and insults, and even the pregnancy was not a pleasant journey when their expectations for a boy weighed heavily on her. I asked her why not choose to end this marriage if she was so miserable about it. She told me because she was afraid. She got married rightly after she left school. She didn’t know how to make a living if she left her husband. Besides, she got used to the prosperous life she is leading now, how could she keep the same quality of life on her own? She is left stricken in the marriage with self-doubts. And it’s not a unique case.
Some would say that love can’t last forever. Passion would pass, and fire would go out. Sooner or later the marriage would go stale. Perhaps it is true. But sympathy, tenderness and confidence can flourish from love. It saws the seeds of happiness in our heart. As long as we make efforts, it would grow up into the tree. And the fire could be rekindled.
So that’s my choice: Marry for love not for money. A marriage without love is no more a marriage than a body without soul is a man. As long as two of us are bound together with affection in the marriage; we would find our home the most cheeriest place in the world.