Love vs. Arranged

It's funny when people discuss Love Marriage vs. Arranged.

It's like asking someone, if suicide is better or being murdered.

I just read this on the company intranet... and while I found it hilarious initially, it's ringing truer by the minute. I have always been against arranged marriages. They creep me out. Oh, if you want to have one, please go ahead, I just mean, for me. I think I told my dad when I was ten that it's going to be love all the way. Little did I know the trouble that would land me in. Broken relationships, broken hearts, confused minds... of course there were also magical moments... the first kiss, the first touch, the walk on the beach, the look in his eyes... but practically speaking, having an arranged marriage seems so much easier... just check looks, maybe health, and bank balance... and if your first two conversations go well... voila, there you are! Of course, I have heard lots of woeful tales from friends who chose to take that route to marital bliss... so i'm guessing it's pretty even on both sides. Just that it's better on the side you are not on.

Don't get me wrong, arranged marriages still creep me out. I just wish it wasn't so hard to figure out who's the right guy... what am I supposed to look for?? Should it be difficult? Had that... felt like it was the real deal, that when you love someone, you gotta fight for it... against all odds... etc. etc.... well, the ending to that was, suitably, as difficult as its beginning. Decided then that easy is how it should be. Well, surprisingly that's what I got the next time, but (un)fortunately that ended as easily as it started. So now if I am faced with hard, should I run? Or should I run when it's too easy? If you have to work at it does it mean more? Do you take things for granted if it's easy? What am i supposed to look for??!!

Oh don't worry, I'm just going through a phase. The best solution is probably to avoid both suicide and murder, and just... live... in peace... and solitude

But seriously, if you just stop looking for means of dying, you'll find that there's so much more to living... so much more to do, that you just don't have the time for when you are dead

And who knows, you just might be surprised by a pleasant death when you least expect it.

P.S. Sorry for sounding so morbid. But you gotta love the metaphor.

P.P.S. Nobody, please nobody, show this to my dad. Thank you.

Update - 2 weeks later
I got my answer. Easy is how it should be. Of course, no relationship is ever that easy. But if it's too hard, well, then it's just not worth it.