I may use some words to describe the paradise that I have been dreaming of. However, the more words I would like to write down, the harder I can touch it. Interesting,. isn't it? I used to think that paradise is a place(or a mood), which is free from worries, naturally shows peace and love. So funny, I think. That's because when I woke up this morning, I disagreed. Yes. I disagree. Paradise is always there, or somewhere inside me. Maybe I am lucky, and I can come across it. Maybe I am unlucky, keeping looking for it with difficulty and get nothing. If I have never seen the misery of hell, how can I really appreciate the quietness of paradise? Life is so interesting, indeed. If I look forward to embracing those joyful moments, waving goodbye to those negative thoughts is the key to the door of paradise. It's so easy and so difficult as well. Eventually, I realize that paradise is not somewhere in the world, and it's next to impossible to get closer to it. Finally, I realize that paradise is everywhere I am as long as I am still able to feel content and seize the day. Therefore, this moment, I am pretty sure that I am in paradise. --

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