It all started with that trip to Paradise.

I'd been told since I was a child that Paradise doesn't exist. That's a lie. It does exist.

I've been there.

I've seen it.

I've heard it.

I've felt it.

Paradise ruined me.

Take the advice of a person who's been to Paradise and experienced utopia. Such a place as everyone has imagined is perfect, and without a doubt lives up to its name. But that's all it is. A paradise.

When a person first comes to Paradise, they feel as if they are living out a daydream. No one ever anticipates the fact that eventually this daydream will become an eternal nightmare. There's no work, no challenges, nothing else you could possibly desire. All that's left is emptyness, for what is left to long for? Every craving is fulfilled. One wants for nothing. It's then that it becomes apparent that one only wants to want.

The hollowness seeps into the core of one's being and eats away until there's nothing left of the former, ambitious soul that used to inhabit that body.

The lack of wanting is what drove me to writing this, a disclaimer, if you will, before taking your own journey to Paradise.