So, as from two days ago, I am officially married. Nothing much has changed, except I have to wear this ring on my hand. The ceremony was OK, the food afterwards was OK, but somehow I don't feel as if all of it was necessary. For me at least.
For my parents, on the other hand, it was the marking of a point in life. A point that says 'You have rised a decendant that is now officially ready to make his own descendants'. Which, I understand, could mean quite a lot. It probably explains the tears in my mother's eyes. I will probably understand better when I acquire my own descendants. Although, it's all stil just formal - I was able to make my own descendants more than 10 years ago and was able to support them (the imaginary descendants that I was physicaly able to make) around the same time. Or maybe a year later. This ceremony is, therefore, just a tradition that has a specific psychological puprose for the parents of the participants. Well, after all they've done for me, I guess they deserved it.