I live on an island. One of the most beautiful islands in the world, mind you. I have had this privilege since 2008, yet I often take it for granted.
Island living is a dream for most. If you see all the travel magazines and websites, they often feature gorgeous beaches and lush tropical setups to sell their products and services. It is the carrot to the donkey that is today’s societal office-work life.
But I had been miserable. Despite the beautiful tan and warm sand on your feet, island living could be hard. Well if you make it hard for yourself that is. One could easily get swayed into a hedonistic lifestyle when one cares little about anything else in existence besides one’s own pleasures. Now I’m not saying that there’s anything wrong with enjoying the pleasures of life, but pleasure with pleasure as the only objective could and does lead into self destruction.
I guess in short that was what slowly happened to me over the years. I lost the good balance between living pleasurably and working hard in order to challenge and advance myself as a human being. In the end, in the pursuit of more pleasure, you could say that in short I lost everything.
Well not just yet. I won’t elaborate on my losses as I have learned not to dwell in misery – it only attracts bad company. But I stand today to remind myself that I still have me. I am the most valuable possession that I can have. Without me, there is no life, there is no existence and there is no success, joy or happiness. Without me there can be no pleasure in the first place.
So today, taking a break from my
miserable pleasurable life I stepped off my island, onto another island, in order to regain perspective on my island life. It also happens to be my dear girl’s birthday today, so we are enjoying the pleasure of each other’s company, which gives it a clear purpose.
Have a pleasurable weekend, my dear friends and readers.