Marriage...A Green Card to Wilderness

Most of you are walking around with a very sophisticated ticket to nowhere.

You have expensive passports that lead to oblivion.

And it is called Mrs

The green card to a wilderness

To the outside world, you are happy and fulfilled.

To strangers, you are in the abroad.

But deep down, you know you are in hades.

How did you end up here?

Hoodwinked by a false societal and social constructivism that is often a mirage.

Suddenly you end up in a loveless marriage.

A marriage of convenience.

Months later you realize you just cufflinked yourself to the proverbial 9th stitching...The one you failed to notice on time.

Sometimes pressure creates an illusion of fulfillment and satisfaction.

You are hypnotized into a marriage of desperation, not even importance.

Most often, it’s too late for some to disengage from the emotional and marital cufflinks that binds us to a nightmare, one that doesn’t disappear when we wake up.

Sometimes marriage is just a green card to wilderness.

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