<p>Life is a paradox, a riddle wrapped in contradictions, as sweet as honey yet laced with the sting of a bee. Have you ever savored a moment so beautiful it brought tears to your eyes? </p><p>Or felt a love so intense it scared you? </p><p>This is the paradox we live in every day, a strange dance of emotions where joy often holds hands with sorrow, and triumphs are shadowed by quiet fears. It’s not merely poetic; it’s real. Think of the parent whose pride in their child’s independence is bittersweet, laced with the ache of no longer being needed. Out of sweetness, there’s bitterness, and in every triumph, a trace of loss.</p><p>To grow outward, you must first grow inward, and this, too, is paradoxical. We are built to strive, yet our ambition often leaves us feeling hollow. Picture the entrepreneur who chases success only to find it’s a lonelier road than imagined. </p><p>Or the artist who creates to heal but finds their art opens wounds they didn’t know existed. These aren’t just stories; they’re reflections of what it means to be human. Our strength is in our capacity to dream and stretch beyond ourselves, yet this same strength reveals our frailties, exposing the tender, unspoken fears we all carry.
</p><p>Human emotions, in their intensity, often birth their opposites. Love’s deepest fear is rejection; hope’s shadow is despair. It’s why we sabotage what we crave most. Think of the friend who pulls away because closeness feels too vulnerable, or the worker who quits just before their breakthrough, afraid of the weight of success. These contradictions aren’t weaknesses; they’re mirrors of our complexity. They show the infinite ways our souls bend but do not break. In our fragility lies our resilience; in our doubts, the seeds of faith.
</p><p>Life is a fleeting enigma, often oblivious to our plans, yet it’s in our hands to give it meaning. The paradox of choice is this: while we can’t control life’s twists and turns, we can decide how to respond. We can choose to find purpose in pain, growth in struggle, and love in the face of fear. </p><p>At the end of the day, what defines your life isn’t what happens to you but what you make of it. </p><p>The canvas is yours to paint, the story yours to tell what will you choose to create?</p><p>I'm not a talker, I'm just a curious writer....</p><p>
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PARADOX
By
Godwin Erite