The Beautiful Paradox
You know that feeling,
the one that overwhelms,
engulfs, like waves crashing
upon the weak sand; At the
mercy of the powerful, nebulous
liquid. The feeling that washes
over you like the smell of the
air and scent of the woods
after a momentous rain;
Fresh, new, clean, like
the newly washed sheets of
your bed at home. That feeling
Of being born again unto
small moments. Moments that
as clear and as certain
as gravity, as the sun rising
each morning. Sometimes
we want nothing more
than to be coddled, enclosed
by warmth and pinkness,
familiarity and comfort.
Others, we feel like we are
being swallowed whole; by
Fear, by confusion, overwhelmed
by everyone taking care of you.
But life is simply a beautiful,
delicate balance between
the two. Between all
paradoxes found in classical
literature. This is life.
There is a beautiful paradox
in the fact that humans find
beauty in chaos as well as
Order. A girl is to be
“a beautiful little fool” while
A guy is to portray the
image of masculinity.
Weak versus strong and
breakable versus hearty.