The lightning flashes on my left and snakes its way right across the sky, splitting the horizon in two. All at once I become aware of two things. There are two kinds of people when it comes to lightning: those who are terrified of it and those who see only beauty. Secondly, I realize we have one of each type in our marriage.
I look at lightning and I see danger. As dangers go, I prefer mine predictable and orderly. I like to feel I have some control over how dangerous things get in my life. Toss the toaster in the bathtub and there is going to be trouble. This is why, though I am not a morning person, I do strive to keep things organized enough that I do not need to make breakfast during my morning bath, for instance. Though it may be illusion, I like to feel like my choices can keep me safe. The randomness of lightning reminds me this is not always the case.
My husband, on the other hand, sees the awesome spectacular of lightning. His mind fills with thoughts of volts and ohms as he assesses the power unleashed in the sky. He is not fearful, I suppose because he can calculate the probability of being struck by a bolt such as this. As the flash lights up the corners of his mouth, I see him smile and suspect he actually is making that calculation as he gazes towards the heavens.
We are very different, my husband and I. The differences work for us, because though we may view things from our own points of view, we also see the value in the way the other sees the same thing. In this way, together we can appreciate the whole.
There is happiness in marrying the person who compliments the way you approach the world.