Over its life-time, the lettering has gone from a simple description of something organized to something being restrictive.
In fact, the idea of marriage as ‘institution’ repulses many in growing generations because of the seeming restrictions of the commitment between one man and one woman, as God intended that relationship to be.
Personally, I’m glad I’m institutionalized. I’m glad 28 years ago she said “yes” and 27 years ago God said “Bless!” I’m glad that through joy and struggle, laughter and anger, thrill and tragedy, my beauty didn’t call it quits and give up.
Knowing me, she could of.
Knowing me, the world would say she should of.
But she didn’t.
That’s what love is. Enduring, loving and being committed into the institution.
Feeling – yes. Companionship – yes. Unexplainable – absolutely.
Recognizably, some don’t make it. The pressure and struggle gets too much. I hurt thinking about it. I can’t imagine it. The institution is still good, however, even though the residents aren’t perfect — none of us are.
So here’s to the crazies. Here’s to all the messy couples in the world. Here’s to those who have laughed and cried and continue to try to work it out. They are the ones who find asylum in the ‘Institution’.
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