Coca-Cola & Luxury
My current thoughts about luxury began to come to me when one of the Dondo missionaries offered me Coca-Cola.
"Do you want some Coke?" He asked,
And I said,"yes", even though I don't like the taste of Coke. But it is a somewhat hard-to-get variety of soda, and it was served over ice, in a glass that I wouldn't have to wash afterward. It was a symbol of luxury, and I took it and savored it as such.
Nice sofas. Sitting in a proper chair, at a proper table, eating your meal from white china. Steak. Coffee served in absurdly, impractically small cups.White sugar. Hot showers. Cheese. Bacon. Large-screen TV.
Most of these are things I would have scoffed at before. 'You don't need that!' I would have stated. And that's true, of course. But it's the fact that they're unnecessary - extras - that makes them so special. The majority of things in life are necessities, and it's the occasional frippery that makes a person feel that they're living. Not just surviving, but actually living.
Not things to be grasped, or sought after. Not goals. But gifts. Gifts to be accepted gratefully and savored with delight.