I am in paradise.
The sun shines almost every day
I walk on the beach daily
I have a loving partner
I have everything I ever thought I wanted
At what point do I take this all for granted? When does it become the norm to experience life like this?
I think I just have to sink into a role here. There is no manual on how to be me. There is no need to stick labels on me. I am not a piece of fruit at the market.
Paradise is not paradise unless it contains its opposite. What is hell? My husband asks if I am going to quit complaining. I can’t. Hell is complaining about people using the laundry room. The main gossip has a to do with the local stray dog.
The other day the policia were here. A family dispute which after making the rounds of the campground became a murder mystery.
Does paradise include its opposite? Or is it possible that I am turning a blind eye. I can’t see nothing bad.
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