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I had a fascinating thought going on throughout today. Last week, I kept having great conversations with a member at the gym I work at in regards to relationship and marriages today and something very fascinating came up — the concept of compromise vs. collaboration.
On paper, collaboration is the ideal operation among people that care about each other. You do you, I do me, let’s not let ourselves get in each other’s way and we will be forever happy. On paper, this sounds like a wet dream but when put into execution, most often it never pans out. It’s not too hard either to understand why. It’s due to the fact that what you may enjoy or how you operate may very much be in conflict with the other person. It comes up even moreso when you’re married. One man’s comedy can be another woman’s horror movie and a woman’s thriller can be another man’s thriller. It’s like dieting with different body types — what will be beneficial to an octomorph will be detrimental to an endomorph.
Hence why compromise exists. Many despise the thought of compromising anything. Give up one thing, as should the other, for a common goal and solution. Whether it’s one person curbing their libido as a means to appease the personal development between themselves and their significant other, curbing impulsive temperment as a means to reason towards solution with the other or even something as asinine as watching your gun-hoand bloody flicks during your alone time in exchange to watching a less bloody and more intellectual film that you can find common ground of interest and enjoyment, the list goes on. It’s that element of choosing your battles, taking a few losses in battle in exchange for a win in the big war. The one aspect that will always be that head-scratcher of sorts is the concept of growing up.
The reason growing up is difficult is because the term is somewhat subjective and not so objective. To some, growing up means getting rid of so many toys, comic books, surrendering the obsessing of video games and anime in exchange for a Bed Bath and Beyond looking house, a job making 5-6 figures. For others, it’s not depending on mom and dad for doing things and taking the chance of living life on your own. Some consider it being married, having a kid, your own place and working. Then there’s that one person whose life, to others appearing downright childish, turns out to be ther very thing that makes their living and what brings them that personal satisfaction of life.
For me, it’s being married to a challenging wife, having an amazing daughter, cleaning a gym while hitting the weights like a demon, drawing, writing and creating music — with tiny doses of comic books, films, documentaries and a hint of anime and games for good humor.
