One can only wish...
I recently took this photo this past weekend. We went fishing @ Seal Beach and noticed the bench that we were sitting in had this plaque on it which had me thinking the whole time we were there. Obviously, this plaque was dedicated in memory of a person who probably thought that this place (with an accompanying action such as fishing...) was paradise. Not to trivialize this person's notion of what paradise is, but I thought it far from it (maybe it was due to the fact that since it was at the beach, it was supposed to be sunny and warm but on that day it was cold & gloomy) but what got me thinking is what my notion of paradise was.
The more I thought about it, the more it bothered me. I don't really have a place to which I can really call paradise. I haven't really thought about it. Each location that I've been to, to me, has merely been just a location. Different from past locations. There's not one place that I know of, where I go regularly to find solace or peace of mind. I find that @ Starbucks but I don't frequent Starbucks and I can find solace or peace of mind at any coffee shop for that matter. Let's not forget that no normal person would want to consider Starbucks as "paradise".
Solace and peace of mind can be found almost anywhere for me so long as I'm allowed time and chance to be alone. After coming to that conclusion, I was still a bit bothered that I had no one place to call paradise. Maybe it'll stop bothering me once I find it.
Maybe it'll stop bothering me when I find peace of mind. Solace is overrated...