The Scent of Paradise.
Welcome.
When I was much younger, I realized something that changed my life. And if you really think about it, it might just change yours too.
I had read all these stories — about men and women who found out their days on Earth were numbered. And when they did, everything changed. They made it their top priority to squeeze the most satisfaction and the deepest meaning out of every single day.
Many — if not all — ended up securing their legacies when their actions became known to others.
I noticed three things:
- They had a fantastic time and made the most out of every moment.
- Their legacies weren’t crafted from some calculated desire to be remembered — they happened as a byproduct of living courageously and genuinely.
- Why did I have to wait until my own game of life was in overtime — or sudden death — to start living like that?
I came from a colder climate and have lived in what I call “death-zones” — areas where just going outside ill-prepared can kill you. For some reason, though, I had “tropical” in my DNA. I had my aura read — not knowing if I put stock in such things — but when the reader told me I had larceny, debauchery, and “pirate” in my past lives, I embraced it.
I took that to heart, and I went on to do something that no other man has ever accomplished — when I was targeting experience, not records. Well, actually, two things. But the other one was not “entirely” legal, so that we’ll leave for a deathbed confession.
I remember standing atop a tower, perched on a hill in a flat country, and looking south — realizing that no matter what, I needed to move in that direction. And I did. First, to live in the beach culture of California before it got all fucked up — then to Australia, and on to Mexico.
I gave up on TV, furnaces, mechanical clocks, and — for the most part — even cars. I embraced sunrises, palm trees, and the tropical warmth of my paradise. I returned to nature. I woke up mornings with no dreams about going somewhere magical. I had already arrived.
I never felt better in my life.
I created Paradiste.com to pay it forward — to help people realize that their dreams are not out of reach, that the time to obtain them is now.
Paradiste.com, while masked by humor, occasional sensuality, and often advice, is at its core a product of love — my love for nature and humanity. Nothing makes me happier than knowing I have helped someone pursue their own paradise.
It is my way of paying my thanks and respect to the universe for letting this old pirate live a wondrous life of peace and tranquility.
I call it Paradiste — Religion de Paradise — but in reality, it is a way of life. A way of understanding the universe without all the scientific formulas, in a zero-anxiety existence that I call paradise.
You’ve probably seen fifty movies in your life where the last scene is the main characters relocating to paradise to live the rest of their lives in the pure luxury of the tropics.
That is exactly where I am — and you could be here too.
Paradiste.com is more than a website. It’s a way of life — and everyone is welcome.
