...or even a person.
Paradise is a feeling. It's a creative spark, imagination; it's lack of the things we so desire. I've felt it on the back roads of my hometown, walking home from school with the smell of fall in the air -wishing I were anywhere but there.
Paradise is nostalgia, it's memory, it's a particular perception. It's something that's gone everywhere with us from the beginning - yet the more we seek it - the harder it is to recover.
Even the magic of paradise fades...if it lacks the simplicity of the in-between moments that got us there. The ones that go most unnoticed.
Not until we have what we've been chasing can we pin point paradise. It is the simplicity of desiring something -anything, and the appreciation of the mundane, where I am finding paradise again.