Paradise

My phone says the temperature in Paradise currently is 42 degrees fahrenheit.



It is referring to Las Vegas.

What do we perceive as Paradise?

Is it the abundance of what fullfills our animal desires of food and opportunities of reproduction… yes … sex?

Is it the perfect weather and its freeing aspect, and its illusion of freedom, having more outdoor options?

Whatever it is, it seems to be dreamier and more fun that the place where we live, and at the same time, less real!

What is it in our insecure essence that always seek something less real and more imaginary?  Our frontal lob just doesn’t cease of creating ideal potentials, that are not achievable.  But I can see how this is a naturally selected tendency, since our ancestors who dreamed optimistically and ran enthusiastically after a better life of abundance, at least got something, hence had better chances of survival.

Our dreaming seems to be a factor in our survival and thriving.  Without dreaming, we ceaze to move forward.

The catch is to be conscious of when you are dreaming and distringuish it from planning.  Dream with no limits, but plan with brisk cold realism.

Dream that your business will be a multi-million dollar company, but understand that your chance of success if 18% for first time enterpreneurs, and 20% for those who tired and failed before.

There is a similar statistic for every aspect of ourlife.  We approach everything with optimism and dream like attitude… with faith … but also with planning that keeps in mind that a chance of failure is inevitable and no suprises there.

Welcome to Paradise…. to the Dream Land!

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