Paradise

 Paradise was all bout being our true self.  It was where you were free to be who you were created to be.  There was no pressure for Adam and Eve to be otherwise, no shame about being oneself.  Thus the comfort with no clothes.  Then we succumb to the temptation to be someone else.  Being ourselves is not enough.  We want more, power, control, esteem.  Thus we reach out for the apple that is not necessary for our happiness.  We become ashamed of ourselves and thus the fig leaf covering.  The morning after a drunk is the fig leaf time.   “More” is a big problem for addicts.  Many of us, avoiding our true self search, are uncomfortable and the solution is usually “more” of something that is of little or no use to happiness.  I am enough, if I can discover this I.