I didn't realize I love luxury and comfort until I got here. You know whenever I read that people pay for luxury, I usually abuse the thoughts. I am not always able to imagine what the salesperson means by "people pay for luxury".
They keep emphasizing these, and I couldn't put myself in the shoes of my customers to understand. Until, this evening.
I am sitting across the bed looking at the room we paid to lodge for the night, so we can attend a church event by tomorrow morning, and I want to vomit. I can't begin to imagine how I am going to bring myself to lie across the bed with my eyes closed.
The thoughts flowing through my head are that of remembrance. I remember how my friends usually feel about my room back in my city. I haven't met anyone who has come visiting and never wants to return or spend time in my room. Luxury. Comfort. That is what my room provides and even though I am the one who created it, I didn't think it was important.
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I miss my bed. I say this all the time to my friends anytime they make me stay out for a long time. Now, I mean it. I miss my room. I miss the luxury and comfort it provides.
Maybe, if I hadn't been in a hotel room in my city, I wouldn't have known the difference. Maybe, if I didn't have my room to compare, I wouldn't have felt the difference. Experience has made me discover that the world is such a big place, but luxury is something all humans crave for.
There is one other thing that is bouldering these thoughts. On our way to this city, I saw places, I wouldn't want to live in. I wondered how the folks staying there survive in them.
Right inside the bus, I began to understand why most people especially ladies always want to get married to rich folks..... Luxury. It has something to do with where they originated from and the magnitude of poverty they experience.
Starting today, I won't judge anyone who desires the life of the rich and does anything to make sure they get it. I won't judge anyone who overthrows another just to enjoy the comfort they sighted from afar.
There was a beautiful lady who stepped out of the bus and the place she went into was heart-wrecking. You can never tell she came from such a slump because she dressed beautifully. Yet, here I was, watching her cross over to a tattered place, she calls home.
Our vehicle had gotten bad on the way, and while we waited to have it fixed, this lady flapped down a vehicle and wanted to join the owner. I watched her talk to him, and I was wondering, "what if he decides to take her home, will she go with him"?. When she crossed over to her home on the way, I got my answer.
She did look as though she would have gone home with that man, especially if it promises luxury and comfort. I don't know if she has standards, neither do I know if she doesn't. The circumstances I later found her are the reason I am passing this judgment. I apologize.
Luxury. Comfort. My nose is already beginning to run. I am allergic to this kind of environment. I have to bear it till morning. Then, I can return to my house where a beautiful place awaits. Truly there is no place like home.