Paradox of the Forbidden

"The forbidden ones are more entrancing towards the one who is caught in a circumstance of black and white."

It seems like a breath of fresh air. Its being crimson red appeals to the longing eye. Its sweet smell seduces the senses it is almost hypnotic. Its soft, supple texture is like a soothing oil to the throbbing limbs. Its taste is too delicious it satiates carnal hunger but makes one yearn for even more. The absoluteness of the sensation is like cocaine it is a compelling and fleeting bliss it feels almost delirium.

Before, it was a vast void of nothingness but black and white until along the way you come across the splendid tree.

Night after night, you walk towards the tree. You walk around in circle surrounding the path. You admire its captivating exquisiteness. You find yourself inexplicably drawn towards its ethereal magnificence. The splendor of the tree and its fruit is too enthralling it stands out against the star and moonlit sky. It is a perfect, almost enchanting and sinful portrait of a scenery. That very tree and the temptation which is the fruit is the calm before the storm, the whirlwind, and the peace that comes after. You want to indulge in the splendid perfection of the moment. However, it is a series of a momentary time of bliss.

The tree that bore the tempting, spellbinding fruit is within a backyard, surrounded by a wooden fence. The fence, erected against a small patched of trimmed grass and beautifully crafted by loving hands, although imperfect in craftsmanship in many ways, although flawed as to how it surrounds the magnificent tree, the overall imperfections, still exude rustic beauty - the tree with its fruit and the fence. Around were the dandelions that whisper countless, colorful wishes and dreams that are about to come true. The dew that glistens against the leaves and the grass, and that almost saturates and creates obscure patterns against the wooden fence creates a rustic aroma that reminds of childhood and sunrises and good old days. It is a personified picturesque beauty of a miniature meadow of memories.

The tree and its fruit, and the entirety of the quaint, riveting portrait, bloomed and grew for it is cherished and nurtured by the right, loving hands. It is owned. Just as how God has given mankind the power of choice and freewill to discern what is right from wrong and just as how Adam and Eve were drawn and tempted to the bible’s forbidden fruit that eventually led to the great disobedience, man’s exile from the mythical Garden of Eden and the consequential death, the metaphor of this forbidden tree is correspondingly a sin. The forbidden ones are more entrancing towards the one who is caught in a circumstance of black and white. It might be an inevitable fragment of human nature to want what they cannot have. Therefore, the invalidation of all the paradox – the momentary, inconsequential, rambling, but compelling and pandemonium of emotions – happiness, love, pain, and brokenness – is the high price one has to pay for desiring the forbidden.