Paradise has never been about places. It exists in moments. In connection. In flashes across time. —Victoria Erickson
How many of us live with a sense that paradise exists? We understand that media is heavily curated and the craft of advertising is insidious, and yet, several of us routinely find ourselves tangled in the web of seeking something better, something more.
Upon chatting with family members who just returned from the Maldives, a destination that represents paradise to many, I was reminded of the fact that there are problems everywhere. In this case, plastics in the sea. Don’t get me wrong, my family was grateful for their trip and remarked on the beauty of the islands. But it was a good reminder that an unspoiled destination cannot exist in this world and the pursuit of one is damaging. Of course! This doesn’t, however, preclude us from buying the illusion. Restaurants, resorts, shops offer up dreams for a price. Any image being packaged for sale is carefully created, the opposite of reality, and still, there is something in us that wants to believe perfection exists somewhere.
This is the thing, in these moments where we long for elsewhere, we block the beauty of the moment we are in. Paradise doesn’t exist anywhere. If you’re looking for it, stop. But idyllic is everywhere, if that’s how we choose to see things (and hopefully we do).
What is perfect? Nature. The grandeur and beauty is often obvious, but biodiversity, nature’s sheer force and scale as well as its wisdom, all of it is perfect. There is also some sort of perfection in authenticity, realness, what transpires between us and others when we aren’t holding back. Being natural.
Perhaps next time we feel that familiar tug toward seeking something impossible and elsewhere, maybe we can find what we need by simply sinking deeper into where we are.