• A woman day dreams. She day dreams of her late husband...they're on vacation again...l;ike their honey moon 30 years ago.
    A little boy, dreaming of his best friend, a puppy of his very own.
    A young man, wishing to fall in love
    a girl, wishing for someone to understand, but happiness, is so broad.
    Paradise is simply what our deepest soul desires. Our immaturity as children, such shallow desires to fufill such a shallow emotion.
    If I were to die right now, would I have been good enough for Paradise? Would I have been good enough to get the reward of what my heart desires?
    Do I know what my heart desires? Sometimes I say its love. Then I realise, no one could ever count on another human being to fufill true happiness...no other human can make my identity.
    For the whole walk through this life is discovering who WE are. And we will never find the answer...for, it takes a life time to search....It is good in partnership...but vounting on them alone will lead to failure. Some poor girls just...never learn.
    Is it success? Whats it worth? In the end we all are dancing skeletons, keeping motionless poses in the ground...Some day..someday you wont be able to tell my skull from the richest man in the worlds.
    Paradise, is not about searching for what you want. For in your world...the sun may never rise again. Everyday I wake up. I thank God....and you, to whom-ever God may be. Or what ever your faith, or for none...Thank life. Thank who ever or what ever you've woken up. Thank that you have been able to say hello, and goodbye to those you love, those you may hate (for someone loves them too), and for you to be able to see another day.
    Everyday, even on my worst...I've found paradise