I was feeling slighted, somewhat like the lone ranger. I looked about to the promenade and saw people passing by in designer clothing, beautiful replica hermes handbags, and in general stuff that I sometimes want. Not that people shouldn't have nice things and I was not one bit jealous for those walking by, but for myself, from my personal pitfalls of the past- A designer pair of jeans or a Gucci bag is not worth having- if, my brother is in need of rice. Perhaps that is why, I've not been blessed with money for I tend to lack willpower with it and instead my blessing is more with empathy, sympathy, and a station in life that while comfortable, keeps me accountable for every cent I spend.
I sometimes write about fashion. Fashion to me is art and I love creative talents in all its forms. I love the look of a well built handbag and a great pair of jeans, or a Horchow vanity seat fit for a princess. I'm just a different kind of princess, that's all. Someday, in Heaven I will sit next to the lamb and lion. The lion won't eat me and I won't eat the lamb, and I'll say farewell to this dog eat dog world. Perhaps I'll sit on something heavenly comfortable and I will not have to nag my way to a good lunch. I'll be given a new body and perspective in a land so glorious that it will be, oh yes, that's right Heaven.
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