A friend who is currently in Hawaii posted a facebook video (which I can't share because of her privacy settings), which is shot from her perspective. She walks out from the mangroves and palm trees on land onto a lovely stretch of white sandy beach she finds completely free from other people, giving her a sense that it's all hers to fully savour and appreciate until a passerby inevitably walks into the frame, breaking the spell.
Naturally, as is becoming the norm these days, I seized upon the opportunity to post a gratingly earnest response below the video in the comment section:
Just wow! I mean, look at this place....and I know it really exists too because N*** is over there. This is real!!! But already this clip feels like a snippet of archival footage from of a period in human history when it was assumed places of beauty would remain as they were forever.
It's ridiculous when you appreciate how lucky we are, and just how beautiful the place we get given to live on is, and the extent of just how far the destructive urges - which we all have at times - have been allowed to follow through with their aims and purpose to be the winner at any cost.
Holidays we spend in Hawaii, the Caribbean, the Lake District - in any location that possesses awe-inspiring natural beauty that just hits you - are all starting to feel less like lovely breaks away in paradise, and more like final chances to appreciate the beauty of Earth as it was, before we let it slip away by refusing to respond to its cries.
And for what? What personal benefit do we obtain from standing back and allowing people who have chosen to give their dark urges total permission to use the beauty and wonder of our natural world - which belongs to no one but the Earth itself, and so is for everyone - how will our mental health as individuals benefit from allowing the dark side of the human spirit to utilise other people, companies, organisations and conglomerates, to break down this decreasingly beautiful planet and home of ours into even more betting chips to keep playing the never ending, stupid game of poker we all still seem to be gripped by - validating its record of achievement each day by consuming its narrative like we would a bestselling thriller or Netflix box set.
What is the point being the winner when you've had to destroy the paradise you were living in to achieve it?
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