The island of Beauty
I have been living my love story with my partner for 15 years and together we have founded a kingdom, which I call "The Isle of Beauty", which could be a universal entity, for all people who wish to join. Those who do evil for the sadistic taste of causing suffering to others are not allowed on the Isle of Beauty. For all those who, on the other hand, desire the Good, this island will be a certain destination and will not disappoint expectations. Selfishness rules. This is an age of howling I's, which tear other I's to pieces. For those who reject this trend, there is space and time for something new, made of genuine interest in others, attention and sincere affection. We need slaves of other slaves, and all servants of the same master, who, from above, dictated the laws for an increasingly precarious survival of the flock. The Isle of Beauty is the answer for all those who cannot resign themselves to this state of affairs. Those who saw the criminal design and disdained it. The society of the Ego has caused too many pains, that monstrous and polymorphous entity that kills otherness, to subjugate it to its own purposes, which are never good, never right, in the tension that proceeds towards the annihilation of diversity and killing the legitimate aspirations of the other. On the Isle of Beauty, people simply meet. They have survived the attacks of a sordid world, and they know they want sanity. Their identities under construction touch each other, exchange good content, respect each other, because loving each other is not a utopia, but the fundamental mission to which we are all called. There is no competition, but cooperation. Everyone helps each other. Everyone grows up. Everyone has decided not to be destructive. No one dreams of subduing the other, which is a great resource, represented by the possibility of living in harmony. Everyone arrives at the Isle of Beauty marked by a certain number of open wounds, which Beauty and interpretative intelligence will heal. Everyone has the right, in that land, to experience the joy, the Pulcritude of healthy relationships, in which there is no longer the torturer. The world inflicts punishments, imposing penalties, and it is this reality that we must oppose. We are men, we must be fine. On the Isle of Beauty, all this takes shape. Then authentic friendship, true love, respect and individual and collective growth are possible. Not everyone, however, wants these things and that is why the land of evolution is an island. Many years ago, I was tested by the constant pitfalls I found along my path. Then came my Companion, who, with acts of kindness, transformed me. You cannot live an existence of suffering. We don't deserve it. It's not right. It is necessary to rediscover the goodness of a caress, a smile, a hug, which are gratuitousness and benevolence. Everything we do inevitably has repercussions in the life of the other. It takes intelligence, not to scratch it. Goodness is urgently needed to provide well-being. It takes love to truly hug. On the Isle of Beauty, anything can happen, in the sphere of Good. The world is now far away, try to sing its painful litany, but it can no longer take root in the minds of those who have chosen life. Everything goes away. Everything is dwindling, like the alarming sirens of an ambulance that leaves our street. The cries are gone. Evil is defeated. The people, who have the duty to feel good, have by now established a determination: never again with those who demand human sacrifice. I hope to re-read this writing one day in the hope of living in a better world, although I am firmly anchored to my Isle of Beauty. All evil comes from the Ego. The myth of capital. The competition. The oppression. Moving along the space of the opposite to this vision is very healthy and saving. They proposed their model to us. It was a failure in all respects, and it sowed death and devastation. We hug each other. Let's listen to it. Let's prepare him a good drink, while he illustrates the stages of his path. We will be proud of it. There is no other choice. Either stay on the Isle of Beauty, or perish in the world, crushed by violence. They will try to charm us with the illusions of success, wealth, fame, which only affect a small percentage of the population. We will respond with the Beauty of having a friend, a home, a new love. There is no healthy progression in the Ego. He never has anything new to tell except the allegedly successful story he has been illustrating from the dawn of time. Love, on the other hand, is new and is capable of thaumaturgy. Anything can happen then. The flowers bloom. The wounds heal. The heart beats vigorously for all of humanity.