PARADISE

I've just finished watching the movie 'The Descendants', George Clooney in the main role. And what an amazing job he has done in this one. But his hair and ability to cry is not what I wanted to talk about. The movie, apart from its story, the dying cheating wife and the father who is trying to keep his head above the waters, inspired me to tell you a little something about the Paradise Island we are all lucky to stay at awhile.

It's a tiny dot on the map, it is so small that every time I encounter the new comers I wonder how did they find it. It is a rock, the locals proudly exclaim that is in a shape of diamond, and maybe it is. Some of them, less travelled and those who don't have a TV for their furniture to point at something, think of it as Atlantis. Maybe its a bit of that too.

However small and in whatever shape, it has been here for a long time to attain a long and rich history and loads of sun. It's sunny throughout the whole year. Even if its not sunny, the yellow stone is all round, you can not escape it even if you try. But when it is sunny and the blue skies are clear, it is golden. Its obligatory colours at down and twilight, and all the transformations of light during the day are magical. Sea is the Mediterranean, wet, blue and salty. Forever mirroring the sky above and withholding the horizon where the two meet, kissing the rock.

I could go into Health care, and no politics, safety and no crime, economic stability, but I want to tell you about the Paradise and how much we, I sometimes, most of the time, are taking it for granted.

Sea, beach, beach clubs and pubs are hundred meters down, two corners and a street away. And yet how often do we go down? And of course they are those who'd rather stay at the pool?! At times I get so lazy but when I remember where I come from, and to be fair, most of us, and how far the sea was, its what makes me put on a beading suit. Makes me angry. We need friends from afar to come and visit us for us to go around the island and show them the wonders and beauty. And we so proudly talk about it and point at things as if we are holding the ownership.

Life is amazing. For those who want work, there is work. If you work you've got your pocket money. You can buy pretty things for yourself, go for dinners with whatever view you are in the mood for. Or you can go dance your feet off like there is no tomorrow. It's relaxed, too relaxed. Everything can be done tomorrow or the other day. We can and we don't need to really. Maybe we shall, but let's see. I and 3 other people on the island make plans, the rest live by the tides.

Skinny dipping, coffee and the best cake on top of the world, peace and quite in the narrow streets anti-arrow designed, bout ride to sister islands, cocktail happy hour, Guinness at the Irish pub and karaoke in the Scottish pub, barbecue-everywhere,all kinds of good people, Luna Park, Splash & Fun, swimming with the dolphins or tuna or plane racks from the Second World War, shopping anywhere, McDonald's at the airport. It's got everything for those with little bit of imagination, wild inner child, creativity and openness to new old things.

Me too, I forget to remind myself how lucky I am, how very very very lucky. To have the opportunity to walk and jog (I never do that) next to the sea any given day. To breath in the vitamin D and just be happy about it. To slow it down and appreciate everything, more, even the cloud's shape.

But we too have the same shitty problems like everyone of you around the world. There are boring jobs here too. Break ups, cheating, death, overthinking, we've got it all. However, we are not the first people, there is a whole million of years of people who have had the same problems, same questions, same thoughts. Everything has been already done and asked, answers are written somewhere too. The intellectual knowledge and emotional knowledge are two completely different spheres light years apart and that is why we are still asking the same questions and falling in love over and over again.And we should! Never stop! Except we here go about our ordinary business, trying to make it extraordinary whilst sun is beating our foreheads and waves our knees.

We, I am not complaining. I just wanted to pin this down as a reminder. You should too, count your blessings, it makes it what you have ENOUGH. And that is what we all want, just the 'enough'. This island is enough!