Monday, March 9, 2015

The Maldives

Sometimes it’s hard to enjoy something so incredibly beautiful when you know that it’s quickly going to come to an end. It’s hard to embrace the time you have left, because you never ever ever want to give up what you have in that moment. You dread the ever-approaching time when you will have to give it up, much like Faustus in his last moments. Because what could possibly be better than this? How could anything ever compare? Will it be possible to find any meaning in life afterwards? Do you even deserve this in the first place? Or have you somehow tricked the system? Cheated life and gotten ahead for a short spell? Will you be punished later for this experience, to set the balance of the universe back on its proper course? Can you destroy something by loving it too much?
The Maldives. One of the strongest undeserved treats of my life. The experience starts well before you land in Male. Flying in; an appetizer of epic proportion. How can a place like this exist? How am I here? How have we not already destroyed this? This is too beautiful to survive the ugly world that we’ve made. The contrast from the starving millions just up the road in India is too strong to sustain. You think you’re prepared for it. You think you’ve looked at enough photos on google images to understand what is waiting on you. And then presumption leaves you. And your jaw drops. And there are no words to be said. And you know that your camera has become useless and your pen has become sterile. Because yet again, words, written or spoke, have no meaning. And no camera on earth can do a place like this justice. A camera cannot capture the breeze. A pen cannot transfer the sand from my toes to yours. My typewriter cannot explain my taste buds, cannot make you feel anything like their experience that week. No words can explain the joy of walking off of my back porch directly into the most clearly vibrant water on earth. No campfire story can explain what’s it’s like knowing that there is probably a shark or a stingray under your bed. My goosebumps can’t explain stepping out of an incredible shower into an incredible breeze and watching an incredible sunset with an incredible person. Words are useless when you’re landing on a seaplane in the middle of the ocean, knowing what awaits you. Or, atleast, thinking you might have an idea. But you don’t. You don’t know luxury until you come here. You don’t know what it is to pamper yourself. You don’t know what it is to be completely spoiled rotten to the very core. You don’t know what it’s like to spend this kind of experience with a beautiful Angel by your side, every step of the way.
            But unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. The Maldives is in desperate trouble. And if things continue on this course for this tiny country, it will soon be gone, washed away by the tide. Destroyed by the very world that created it. Extinction of an entire culture, an entire way of life. KA is a wheel. It will take back everything that it has made. And I will be one of the lucky ones that got to see it and as much else of this beautiful world as I can before it’s too late.

            So for the first time, I’ll say this. Don’t go to the Maldives. I was selfish and went. And in going, in supporting its economy and embracing what it has to share, I took steps to destroy it. So leave the Maldives for me. If you don’t go, I might get to one more time. You go somewhere else. You don’t deserve this place. You don’t deserve it any more than I did.