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Marriage, individuality

Relationships are very hard to maintain, especially if those involved in the relationships are insecure. Marriage is quite complicated as it is embracing a whole new family, with their interests, ways that differ from ours, likings and not-so-likings, stories and light moments, fears and emotions. Someone recently told me that being unmarried makes us retain our individuality. Maybe so. For someone who has been independent in thinking and has their own beliefs, it would be quite difficult to stay in a marriage happily, where one has to constantly consider the likes and dislikes of the spouse. Is love, family, worth sacrificing one's individuality for?

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  1. can one be in Love without being attached/ possessive? isn't it possessiveness that makes individuality suffer in relationships? can there be loving relationship with complete respect for each individual? can't Love allow, encourage & support each individual's flowering into his/her full potential?
    .. if Love demands the individuals to sacrifice their own being & flowering, its probably nothing more than mutually exclusive physical-emotional ownership !

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  2. There can be love without possessiveness, which also lets one's individuality grow. But such love is found only in some rare persons. If only all were capable of such love, there would be less number of crimes, heartbreaks in this world. A loving relationship can support each individual without killing their individuality. I believe it is possible.

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  3. it is indeed possible, all are capable of such love, and, it has to begin with oneself - be the change you want to see in the world!

    when hearts break or individuality suffers, the challenge is to recognize that its not Love, its possessiveness ... and have the courage to accept it ...

    so, does one have to wait for the breakpoint to recognize the truth...? in the event, will one have strength to survive and discover the truth ...?

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