Alice: “How long is forever?”
Luxury—or at least the concept—is about as subjective as anything can be. Because sadly, while some consider owning a 130 ft. yacht a luxury, others want for nothing more than clean water to drink. A sad and unfortunate truth of progress, or lack thereof for that matter.
One’s own concept, or illusion of what is or what is not luxe, can vary day by day. Some days, you can be reflective and grateful for the simple things … air to breathe, lungs to breathe in the air … while other days you’d give up a lung to trade that perfectly well-running American sedan for a foreign sports car (let alone a chance to take a ride on that aforementioned superyacht).
Most people, when defining luxury, can easily spout out a gazillion items that ooze luxe—like the list we all have of the things we’d buy if only we could win the million-dollar mega lottery prize. I mean don’t you? I know I have a list … and while there is no yacht, there is also no mention of clean water to drink. Yet truth be told, I’d be all the happier if I never had one single thing on that list—because for me, the ultimate luxury “items” are the intangible ones. The daily observations that make me smile, let alone the ones that seem so far from my grasp.
And so, like Alice, I sometimes wonder … just how long is forever? Because like the concept of luxury, it too can be entirely subjective.
Alice: “How long is forever?”
The White Rabbit: “Sometimes, just one second.”
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DISCLAIMER: I’m a writer and an editor. And I try my best to make sure every post is articulate and free from errors. However, being that I edit my own work—and it’s next to impossible to properly edit your own work—I admit, occasionally there may be an error or two I miss. But doing so doesn’t make me an idiot so don’t be mean. Just smile, pat yourself on the back for finding an error and be glad you’re not the only one who makes mistakes sometimes … xoxox
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