The Choice of an Inner Paradise
There are moments when you look at the world and ask yourself, “Why isn’t it a paradise? Why do I see so much hell?” It’s not just anger, pain, or frustration toward what is outside of you; it’s something deeper. It’s the denial within of what you cannot find outside. And so, you also nurture an inner hell. You wear yourself out. You create it with your own hands. And yet, there is another way.
There are those people who have chosen to build a paradise within themselves despite the hell outside: lives spent experimenting, building, falling, and rising again or at the very least, trying. It’s not simple. It never is.
Humanity Is an Enigma
This is how humanity works: at times, it performs unpredictable, incomprehensible acts that defy the logic we hold dear. Yet, even amidst these gestures, the possibility of experiencing something greater lies hidden. Something that transcends mere survival, a conscious choice for beauty, for life, for possibility.
A Place
There is a place within you where everything intertwines: life and death, hate and love, anger and acceptance. And yes, it feels like an unbearable contradiction. How can you feel life within while the world outside sometimes screams death at you? Yet, it is here that you have a choice.
You cannot change what happens, but you can decide how to inhabit your inner world. You can choose neither to diminish nor diminish others, neither to nullify nor nullify others. You can accept that paradise and hell can coexist within you. And as long as you are a child of Possibility, you can keep trying.
The Music of Kindness
A great musician, Ezio Bosso, once said: “I’ll play louder to help my companion in difficulty, not to overpower them, but to give them breath.” This is what it means to inhabit life. To be a vital presence, not to dominate or diminish others, but to accompany them. To make them feel alive without mortifying yourself. This is the kind of strength that needs no validation, that does not measure its worth by success or failure.
Kindness as Rebellion
And then there is kindness. Not the easy kind that comes when everything goes smoothly. I’m talking about the kindness that exists even in failure, even in lack, even when you feel inadequate. A kindness that does not depend on the approval of others but simply on the fact of existing. It is an act of rebellion against hate, against self-devaluation, against that inner voice that whispers, “You’re not enough.”
A Collection of Moments
“I collect moments,” say those who find beauty in life despite everything. Perhaps it’s not paradise. Perhaps it will never be perfect. But life is nothing more than a series of moments, fragments of choice, instances where, despite the hell outside and within, you choose to play your music. And maybe, just maybe, you nurture a small piece of paradise.
