Proposal at the Top
While sitting on the bus back from a festival I listened in to talk about engagement. It was the "proposal story" told again and again.
They were creative. One man staging a fake pullover with the local police who searched him and pulled a ring out of his pocket. Take about unexpecting setting. Then, another guy bragging how he made his now wife date him for 7 years and climb a 14 mile hike before saying I do.
A 14 mile hike. And she was crying. No, not the happy crying. They were not tear of joy during the trip.
I like that story the best. The way it was presented seemed to reflect some pieces of our culture: do this and then you will be rewarded. For the young and hopeful, marriage can be perceived an award. You achieve it. You reach your goal. The top of the mountain is your goal. The house with two cars and two kids. That is your goal.
But it is also an illusive goal. It is not the top of the mountain, it is the hike along the way, and the man by your side making you cry or laugh during the hike. There is no proposal at the top, no reward at the end.
It is each every step and each and ever mountain crossed together.