Paradisiacal

Raking the aged, recovering its status, how can one ever inquire paradise? Reflections of one's botchery, repeating itself yet urging for a correction which answer still lies within. We don't even know if it exists so. External and internal, why are we always that medium of fatality? Many seek a different role in life, pending all the 'what ifs'.

Assumption can lead us very far in life, be it a source of motivation or be it the one which fails us.