Escapism

We went to see the Pirates of the Caribbean last night. It is, in my humble opinion, an enjoyable fun filled movie with lots of swashbuckling, adventure, a touch of romance and lots of Johnny Depp. [nummy] And that is where I shall stop. Spoilers may come later. But for now this shall suffice.

The only adverse effect is that I now have this insatiable desire to pack our bags and disappear, find a yacht and sail away. The world seems to be such a hollow shallow materialistic place some days where some people, though not all, are only looking out for their own best interest, their empathy and concern never extending beyond the confines of their lives. It is on days like these that the lure of the unknown, the yet to be discovered calls to me. A yen deep in my soul, an urge to find contentment living by my own set of rules. I remember being a child and dreaming of swashbuckling adventure. The desire to escape the confines of our society have not dissipated with the years, and deep in me the dream to roam free still holds it place. It is these idealistic dreams of old time rambunctious cavalier exploits, of the rules set by those who walked the darker alleys of the world, where honour meant everything amongst thieves, that keep my spirit intact. A shield against the harsh realities of a world seemingly gone mad where the belief in magic and fairies, imps, goblins and high sea adventure provide a balm, and a hope that the world has not yet lost all its mystery and that there is still much beauty left to be discovered.