The Paradise Seduction Preface – Teaser
I’d really believed in the restart. A healthy lifestyle. A new life.
I’d worked it all out mathematically, scientifically, logically…it was the perfect contingency strategy for such failure.
I’d said to myself the hot, sunny climate with plenty of Vitamin D would keep me strong and happy. The healthy diet of fresh fish, vegetables, and fruit would provide optimum sustenance—plenty of Vitamin B to keep the depression and anxiety off me.
Physically and mentally, I’d be greatly improved.
And of course, a wholesome island community – a necessary component of a holistic social lifestyle.
No longer would I suffer the cold isolation and disconnection of London city-life, the dirty, competitive rat-race, or the abysmal levels of rudeness. No.
It would be better.
I would be better. A stronger and healthier ‘me,’ living my best life, my way.
That’s what I’d thought…
I was now two years into my relocation from the smog of London to Caribbean paradise.
It was two years since I’d been made homeless by SINN’s Chief Editors and co-founders Jacob Cain and Doloris Frost from my first job in Caribbean paradise. Two years since feeling the helplessness that comes with total despair.
It’s so easy to be seduced when everything around screams beauty and fun. But I wasn’t having fun and things weren’t about to get any better for me.
In fact, life had been made increasingly complicated and was about to become all-consuming toward my desolation—a full nervous mental breakdown…
How did I get seduced into staying on the islands for longer?
It was a community of fugitives, fleeing divorces, escaping bankruptcy, hurling themselves far from criminal pasts, fiercely avoiding their family’s deeply-entrenched warped views, and running from permanent life-changing decisions that had viciously backfired…
This was not a community. And it wasn’t healthy for me.
But like Osmosis, the environment was sucking me into its high concentration of chaos, apathy, sociopathy, megalomania, elevated pride, and self-appointed celebrity.
Excessive drinking that put Britain to shame, and ‘practice of the dark arts’ for chemically-heightened party euphoria, was common place. And when it came to women…the island and expat men shared a sickening mantra:
“You wait your turn. You eat your ‘food.’ Then you pass the plate to the next man.”
My mind wasn’t on my side. It was my enemy, stealing me away from sound decision-making, corrupting moral principles I’d always believed in, and presenting hedonism as a solution to my troubles.
Like any good life lesson in the school of hard knocks, I would have to feel, before I truly understood.
Christopher Charles
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