Isn’t solitude paradoxical,
As it nourishes the soul
Yet, leaves a deep empty void?
Isn’t love paradoxical,
As it makes you swallow the pain,
To avoid others from tasting it?
Isn’t growth paradoxical,
As it helps you succeed,
Yet, leaves a price for you to pay?
Isn’t happiness paradoxical,
As it makes your heart glimmer,
Yet, leaves you feeling nostalgic?
Isn’t nostalgia paradoxical,
As it fills you with happiness,
Yet, leaves you longing
Just to go back in time?
Isn’t kindness paradoxical,
As it heals a part of you,
Yet, reminds you of your own wounds?
Isn’t strength paradoxical,
As it helps you strive,
Yet, leaves you weary?
Isn’t time paradoxical,
As it moves forward,
Leaving an ocean of memories
To only look back and reflect on?
Aren’t endings paradoxical,
As they lead to new beginnings,
Just as the moon unveils when the sun sets?
Isn’t life itself paradoxical,
As it is beautiful in its own way,
Even with the paradoxical nature
Of the deep truths of life?
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