Commitment binds us. It is unavoidable. Just name it, relationships, debts, work, study, even your passion demands your commitment and thus bind you to it.
While some of us may see commitment burdening, some of us see it as a learning process to grow. You may have different feelings about it, as well.
My first encounter with commitment was when I was very little. My parents taught me that if I want something, I have to work my way to get it. I have to set out some plans, be committed and focus. As an adult now I have extra commitments. To pay the bills, to excel in my job, to be a good wife and partner, and what-not.
And it’s not a joke when my parents said that I have to work my way to get what I want. From saving money even though that would mean I won’t have lunch to work double job here and there to save enough so I could live the next day. I felt I was under a lot of pressure and I had to crawl my way up through college and finally establish myself as professional translator&interpreter. It was one of the hardest times in my life.
So yeah, commitment sounds sucks. Why should we bind ourselves to the never ending consequences? We should be free, live happy, right? We should be able to enjoy what we earned and let’s not care about the people surrounding us. Let’s not buy our parents something nice, or give some clothes for the poor, or provide some of our time to serve others in need. I work hard, I did my part, so should everybody else. We all should do whatever we want. Right?
Wrong. Continue reading “When We Are Tied To Commitments”
The perks of being a wife to a rockstar is that I get to make other girls envy me because most of the girls worship boys who can play music instrument and are in a band. These girls tend to think those boys are cool as they’re the centre of the public’s attention and popular, etc. I don’t marry my husband because he’s in a band or to get famous. I marry him for all of the classic reasons in liking a person–he’s kind, comfortable in being himself and eventually makes me feel comfortable being myself around him–and most importantly because he has passion and determined. We dated for eight years before we finally got married and in those years I was blessed and able to achieve even greater things than I am alone. So that’s WHY I marry him.
The perks of being a wife to a rockstar is that I’m also his assistant. In my case, because he’s often forgetful this role is extremely important… for the sake of our relationship. Part of this job is to help him decide what to wear, what not wear, and recently I even helped him decide which guitar he should take on stage. The latter don’t usually happen, because that’s his area of specialty. He is the guitarist, not me. But yeah, tonight before the show I asked, Why not use the explorer? He replied that this is just a small gig. But just before he left the house he carried his explorer. HAHAHA! I also get to arrange his schedule, sometimes, and when I have a Continue reading “The Perks of Being A Wife To A Rockstar”