My Own Personal Paradise

Some people think that paradise is an extraordinary place, but everyone's dreams and desires have been realized, but I have a very different, more secular view of this issue. My view of heaven does not sing angels, there are countless things. Colonial Williamsburg's governor's residence has one acre lavish garden and a small canal. At one end of the canal there is a wooden bridge with cracks and peeling off paint and it seems that a bench is built on one side of the bridge.

I lived in Portland, Oregon three weeks ago, where I moved to a divorce six years ago, after the whirlwind (and the extreme failure romance). I like all things in Portland, it seems to be my personal paradise: cool rainy weather; views of several days of food and mountains. I even even followed the Oregon overview on my right forearm, because after years of traveling from one place to another, I am convinced that this will be the place I finally arrived at . God has other plans. About two years ago, I began to have a strange feeling that I no longer belonged to Portland. It is not a social meaning, but in reality, I have some of the easiest and intimate friendships in Portland. More importantly, I should not be there and need not leave immediately.

I will skip the procurement procedure and gain direct profit. From the pressures generated by this sense overload civilization, anxiety and depression will end and peace will prosper in my personal paradise. Why did not I decide on this lifestyle? What is sincerity that hinders me from getting basic peace?

Obviously, I have no choice but to annoy. I tried to entertain, and it was a lecture. So, I would like to know but what do you want to say? Sharing the discovery of my heaven might not be enough. Personal comfort is not enough. It is not enough to write for your own happiness. Ignoring the pain of others in order to achieve my personal freedom will never be satisfied. Because humans are designed to be social, and ultimately, life is bigger than me.