Last night I watched "The Beach", a movie that was very surprising to me, and I'm glad I spent almost three hours in watching it. It narrated the story of a tourist who decides to go to Thailand for a trip, eager to get new experiences, and ends up meeting a creepy man on the hotel that will change his life.
That stranger, reveals his secret to the main character, and talks to him about a perfect island in the middle of nowhere, pretty much like paradise. The main character decides to start this adventure in look for heaven with some hotel friends and a map given by the stranger, and after going through a lot of difficulties, they finally arrive to the island.
The first months are amazing. The character starts a relationship with his friend, a very beautiful French woman, and he's acknowledged by the whole community living in the beach for his courage and skills. Everything seemed just perfect, but a few issues started wearing everyone off, and after some time, the beach no longer represented perfection, and the main character went insane trying to find that perfection again. It's not until they get kicked out of the beach by a drug cartel that he finally realizes that there's no paradise on earth, there's no such a thing as a place that can be sought, a moment you can prepare, but it's all in ourselves.
Paradise itself lays on those moments, very few in our lifetime, in which we actually belong somewhere, we're a part of something, and those moments will last forever on ourselves, but eventually, it will all come down to memories. This world we live in is imperfect, and so we can't expect to get something perfect out of it, it's not the nature of our world.
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