The dream of finding eternal happiness, though in another era of time, one you are currently not habitating. You hope, imagine that this particular time and place will give you satisfaction unreachable in the present. The present. What a light word for a heavy meaning. It almost sounds like a gift. Perhaps that's what it is. The present of life, right now, as it is. Take it. But, oh, how we fear it. Taking every chance of escaping the inevitable truth that perfection is simply an illusion. But perhaps even life itself is. I find myself in an undeniable paradise on earth, resting on a chair which resembles a bed, gazing out over the pacific with the most beloved tree of all, the one called palm. Coming here, sadly not for pure pleasure but as much as I can get, I was thinking how wonderful it will be, simply by arriving on this marvellous island. However, it turned out to be not entirely so. Life is not designed to be enjoyable in one place of the earth, and unpleasant on another. This you can't know just by pointing on the map. No. Life can be spectacular everywhere, anywhere, anytime. It can also be enjoyed in solitude or company. The task is to see past this distraction and look life in the eye, and declare it's real nature. It is all about love, devotion and attitude. And anything in life can be magical.