My Deserted Island

There's a movie that's a little of what my secret dream is, which is to be marooned on a secret island. The only problem with 'Lost' is that, to make it more palatable for the mass audiences, it incorporates sex and murder and conspiracy theories and what not into it, just to confuse people into thinking they're having a good time watching people who are stuck on an island.

Of course, my deserted island story would have none of those things. All I need on a deserted island is myself, some really great books, internet connection perhaps, a wee thatched-roof open-aired cottage, and perhaps a boat or a plane at my beck and call. Because really, what else does one need really? (Oh, plus lots of cakes and chocolates.)

They say "no man is an island", and I used to believe that for a while too. But recently, I realize that every man is really alone, just that they surround themselves with work and people and things and activities to feel otherwise. Having someone to share your thoughts and your life and your bed and your long lonely nights with, that's really a bonus.

Oh I'm not being cynical about friendships and romances and relationships. All I'm saying is, if you have somebody, good for you. But my deserted island concept merely means that everybody has to be able to survive on a deserted island, on their own, even if nobody is willing you to accompany you to that deserted piece of land, a lonely spot of something, isolated and determined to make a point in the great big wide ocean of everybody else.

So what is your relationship with people? Can you not survive without them, or can you survive in spite of them, because you yourself are a self-contained and self-sustaining system of hopes and dreams, of integrity and values and standards, which you will stand by come hell or high water.

If you are that, congratulations. If you are able to maintain your standards, and still have friends, I congratulate you even further.