(You will be happy with your spouse.)
Marriage, huh? I have a theory on marriage. Well, more like an analogy. See, I believe that marriage is like a tattoo. You better be damn sure you want the thing because to get rid of it is very painful and very expensive.
What is marriage, anyway? My dictionary widget defines it as "the formal union of a man and a woman, typically recognized by law, by which they become husband and wife." Besides the obviously politically incorrect remark about "man" and "woman" (and lack of "man and man" or "woman and woman"), what law makes it recognized? Specific to each culture, I would assume.
But then there is the whole command of the fortune. You WILL be happy with your spouse, as if it's an arranged marriage– that you learn to love because, well, the other option is typically being disowned.
And sometimes marriage doesn't involve two people at all. Some people are married to their job and are happy.
Maybe the fortune is commanding us to be happy with whatever is a big deal to us (I don't think marriage is something to take lightly.) Maybe it's telling us to choose wisely. Or maybe it's just telling us that in order to make choices in our lives, you must first know what makes you happy.
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