THIS THING CALLED MARRIAGE Marriage, not just a union of two people, but a journey of countless seasons, a school with no graduation, only tests, lessons, and silent reflections. Many walk through life, burdened not by failure, Not by loss or death, But by a single decision made in the name of love, Or sometimes, in the name of fear, pressure, or haste. Some wear smiles that do not reach their hearts, Carrying a weight they cannot share, Wishing they could return to yesterday To make a different choice, To wait a little longer, To see a little clearer. But life moves forward. And marriage, once entered, becomes its own world. A world where love must grow into patience, Where passion must mature into understanding, Where commitment must survive disappointment. The young admire the idea of marriage They see the beauty, the glamour, the dream. The old, with stories behind their eyes, Sometimes wish for an exit From the very thing they once chased with joy. This thing called marriage ...