Life Debt.

I embark from my first marriage with an optimistic outlook.

I was facing, about myself, for several years that I am my wife's suffering. I'm not sure how it got that way, or how I lost my sense of humor about it, or how maybe I just needed to be taught that it is still okay! I don't know, but that was the situation.

None-the-less, my "failed" marriage has only shown me the depth of her Love! I am more faithful, more eager to go forward with an open heart than ever before. In fact, every lesson she had for me -- no matter how painful for my ego -- was a beautiful display of her absolute sacrifice to spend her days with me, not someone meant for her, but someone willing to receive her education.

Her confessions of relief and happiness at her own new-found freedom is my evidence to suggest all is right and all is good. My love, too, of her is sincere, and so it was with a heavy, heavy burden that I had to accept she was suffering on my account. To be honest, it was hell to see such a beautiful creature so maimed by my demon.

Ah, but now she is free, and she sings and flies away like a bird. Does the freedom of the Bluejay make Buddha sad? Nay, he smiles and loves her song all the while she sings.