Marriage and children are so complicated. Incredible joys and unbelievable frustration. A deep source of meaning amid the irritatingly mundane. They seem like a distraction from life's purpose while providing clear and definite aims. I'll let you know when I've got it figured out.
All I know is that the great philosophers and gurus seemed to be terribly wise about many things, but couldn't seem to figure it out in the context of marriage with children. Buddha, for instance, ditched his kid the day he was born. I like the guy, but really -- not a high point. Further, is it really so hard to find enlightenment while living with a bunch of bros on top of a mountain? Try finding enlightenment with an overbearing partner and three kids. That's where mankind needs it most!
