With an exam tonight and studying the last chapter on attraction, love and conflict I came across this,
He was happy; but having embarked on married life,
he saw at every step that it was not at all what he had anticipated.
At every turn he felt like a man who,
after admiring the smooth, happy motion of a boat on a lake,
suddenly finds himself in it.
It was not enough to sit still without rocking the boat -
he had to be on the look-out and never forget the course he was taking,
or that there was water beneath and all around.
He must row, although his unaccustomed hands were made sore.
It was one thing to look on and another to do the work,
and doing it, though very delightful,
was very difficult.
- Leo Tolstoy