I
studied in the shade of my parents until thirty, and married at thirty. I was married to an artist who had nothing to do with making money. I
wandered around looking for a job to live on, and after a while trying to catch
up, I gave birth to children. After supporting my husband, who
insisted on being an artist and taking care of my children I turned 60.
If
I can live to be 90 years old, I want to live for me for the remaining 30
years. But the body will be weakened and cannot live as strong as before! I
think I'll live forever now, but how will I know tomorrow? I should be on good
relationship with my husband so I can live comfortably for the rest of my life.
I though that when I was young, life was so long but when I get
older life is quickly moved on so I am in a hurry to do upgrade myself. I have
been attending the monk Beop Ryun ritual three times by accident, snooping here
and there saying that I should do things I did not do before my child and
husband excuse me.
One of the things I heard on YouTube was a young woman
asked the monk that “how can I do that it is hard to live with my husband who
has a lot of time at home.” The monk replied, “Think about when you do not have a
husband. It is a few years long. If it is short, it ends even tomorrow.”
If you admit that your husband is different from you, there is no problem. You are hated because your husband does not accept the
requirement to be good at you as well as you are good to him. It is not love. It is better to live alone
than to lose. It becomes enemy. In other words, it is love for business.
It is your job to love him, but you should not ask him to love you.
'Trying and being patient is a solution
that assumes that you do not know what is important, but if you know the opportunity is not permanent and the moment
is valuable, you don’t have to put up with effort or patience.' Said the monk.
Fortunately, to me my husband is so precious that I
have no effort or patience. I just want him to make a lot of good work to live
with me for a long time. Because the
poor married life that started with an artist husband who cannot make money is
getting a little more leisurely, and unlike other professions where my
husband's income does get better as he gets older. So he must be more precious!
Of course, I am angry
at his insensitive word and behavior, but knowing his preciousness, I am slowed
down and get lost myself.
After all, money is the best. Is it
just that I have a mercantile mind?