The sun rose this morning as it always does, slightly to right of my bedroom window, peeking through the curtains at my sleepy eyes. I woke up in a soft, cushy bed with too many blankets and too many pillows. As I lay there, turning my alarm to silent, draped in 3 dogs that look to me for love and comfort, I thank my maker for this beautiful morning, I am alive for yet another day.
To some, this is a normal routine. Waking up, getting the first cup of coffee, turning the shower on and standing in the pelting water, dancing to the lyrics in my head. But to others, this is a life of Luxury. A life of luxury that they do not have. Too many pillows, too many blankets while someone, last night, slept in a back alley somewhere, under a flimsy piece of cardboard.
To some, this is remarkable as they did not open their eyes this morning. Instead they meet their maker and not the rising sun.
To me, this is luxury. For the simple fact I know how easily all of this can be taken away, I know how lucky I am to be alive today. I have a place to call my own, and I have the two things that make my world go ’round.. Love and Food.
For all of the others, that aren’t as lucky to live such a lavish life filled with puppy hair and too many pillows, my heart is with you.
Where one sees luxury, the other sees life. Where one sees life, the other sees luxury.
We are lucky enough to be able to put these emotions into words and share them with the world, be humble. Life, is a luxury.