Essays that aren’t astrology, but psychology + behavior
As my wedding approaches, I find myself feeling something quieter than excitement. After witnessing enough grand weddings and enough marriages that did not last, I’ve come to realise that a wedding is very good at performing permanence. Marriage itself is built elsewhere, in ordinary days, difficult conversations, and the steady choice to keep showing up for each other.
Some connections feel disproportionate to the timeline. You haven’t known the person long, yet the emotional weight feels heavy, familiar, hard to ignore. We often call that fate. But sometimes what feels destined is simply recognition; of patterns, of longing, of unfinished parts of ourselves. This is a reflection on why certain people feel “fated,” and why intensity doesn’t always mean permanence.
