I am a person who loves to fantasize. Actually, every woman is full of beautiful fantasies about her future. Before getting married, I often imagined the beauty of our world together, but after getting married, I realized that it was a thousand miles away. Sometimes when I talk to my husband, he either stares at the TV with indifference, or pours cold water: women, long hair, short vision. I was so angry that I wished I could give birth to wings and fly away all at once.
I confided in my friends about my inner turmoil. My friend told me a story about picking up wheat ears: three people came to a field, each of them walked down the ridge and picked the wheat ear they thought was the larger in the ridge. They only picked it once and were not allowed to return in the middle. Jia saw a large wheat ear in the field and picked it. He followed the ridge to the end, only to find many larger wheat ears. He regretfully said he picked it too early; B learned his lesson. Although he didn't pick the barley ears when he saw them, he only realized that the larger ones had been missed when he reached the field; Bing learned from the lessons of the first two, but did not pick any larger wheat ears. He said it would be better if he had seen them first.
My friend said that life is a one-way ticket, and we cannot come to this world in advance to travel once, so we cannot determine who is the best partner among the masses. Over time, you will find that if you keep choosing, you may end up empty handed like picking wheat ears. Reality and imagination always conflict, romantic love is just a scenario imagined by people.