Searching for Utopia over the decades has been exhausting. And disappointing. It is only recently I have come to understand why. In the beginning, Adam and Eve walked in Eden with God, their Creator. It was a perfect place.
Once banned from there, they had to toil a land filled with thorns and thistles making their work laborious. Something deep within them constantly yearned to be back in the Garden. But there was no going back for them. Ever.
In this life, anyways.
“Each one of us longs for a better life.”
I strongly believe, however, that this is the reason each one of us longs for a perfect life. For Utopia. It is bred in us through ancestry, because Adam and Eve experienced it for real. It was once attainable.
On this space I cannot begin to cover all the ways we search for Utopia. We search for it in relationships. In family. In the home. In work. In church. We search for it when we cook, eat, travel, shop, decorate. We search for Utopia when we look for a place to live. We search for it in the cars we drive. In the clothes we wear. In our status.
This is presently the line where my struggle comes. I live in Marbella. The jewel of Spain. It is truly a playground for the elite. In just a five minute drive between two of the towns in the Marbella arena, Puerto Banus to San Pedro, you can see the extremes of income
inequality. Puerto Banus is where the rich live and play while San Pedro is where the people who work behind the tills in Puerto Banus live. It is the heart of the working class.
I am stuck between the two. As a member of the working class, I struggle with aspirations of acquiring enough money to buy my own home near Puerto Banus. Everything is better there. The promenade. The beach. The surroundings.
While Marbella is outdated, past its best, replaced with more glitzy places in Arabia like Dubai and Ahbu Dabi, it still possesses an aura. This aura takes one beyond reality into a dreamy world that can steal your soul. Life here is an illusion. A place where want and indulgence sneak in and stow away.
It is a constant battle to keep focused, to keep my faith anchored, to not be carried away to desire worldly success and ambition. To fight for Utopia. It is completely acceptable to want it now; I am built for Utopia. I must daily remind myself that Utopia doesn’t come in this life.
It comes in the next life.
Right now the battle should be to jockey for status and position in this next life. I do that by self-sacrifice and generosity. I find this difficult; I am not very good at either…
Written by Jori Sams
Jori Sams is a Christian author and freelance writer with nearly 2000 published pieces on the Internet, with over 1500 being published by Yahoo. Her books are published through Writeious Books. When she isn’t writing, you can usually find her following the sun…