I am not surviving.
I sip herbal tea.
I play games on my phone.
Oh, yeah. That's right I need an appointment for that thing. I can do that from my phone right now.
Call from my sister, I'll chat with her while I eat lunch I bought from a shop that looked good. Now I drive my children to school where they receive awards for excellence and later I will pick them up again.
I love my husband. I smile when he comes home because I am happy to see him.
My home is a house where we have more than one bathroom and everyone has their own bedroom.
I keep cats and a dog as pets because they are fun to watch. They entertain me.
My car is new and I pay for regular maintenance to it.
I'm rarely sick. When I am unwell, though, I go to a doctor and don't give a thought to cost because I have insurance.
There is warmth in my home when the weather is cold and coolness when the weather is warm.
When I have the urge to travel, I go.
When I'm hungry, I eat.
If I'm curious about something I use a device I keep in my pocket that can access all information everywhere to satisfy my curiosity.
When it's raining or is cold or is hot outside I can walk while inside on a machine I keep in my house.
When my clothes are dirty, I wash and dry them using machines I keep in my house. It usually takes a couple of hours to wash, dry, fold, and put my clothes away in my walk-in closet.
If, on a whim, I want to work in my garden and mosquitoes or bugs annoy me, I repel them with devices that keep them at bay so they don't bite me.
If I feel like cooking my food with fire, I can use my grill, which is kept on my private back patio. But mostly I cook food on a device that uses electricity in my house.
Don't forget, of course, that I have any number of devices or activities at my fingertips to stave off boredom. Books fill my shelves along with videos to watch. There are podcasts, music, xbox, bicycles, skateboards, tether ball, tennis, jewelry, twitter, newspapers, makeup, fashion... So much.
I drink clean, filtered water. As much of it as I desire. It comes out of a tap that I have in my kitchen.
This is my life. This is not survival. I live luxuriously and this luxury affords me the opportunity to consider things such as my existence. Because I have luxury does that bring to my door a duty of contemplation? Of altruism?
I sip herbal tea.
I play games on my phone.
Oh, yeah. That's right I need an appointment for that thing. I can do that from my phone right now.
Call from my sister, I'll chat with her while I eat lunch I bought from a shop that looked good. Now I drive my children to school where they receive awards for excellence and later I will pick them up again.
I love my husband. I smile when he comes home because I am happy to see him.
My home is a house where we have more than one bathroom and everyone has their own bedroom.
I keep cats and a dog as pets because they are fun to watch. They entertain me.
My car is new and I pay for regular maintenance to it.
I'm rarely sick. When I am unwell, though, I go to a doctor and don't give a thought to cost because I have insurance.
There is warmth in my home when the weather is cold and coolness when the weather is warm.
When I have the urge to travel, I go.
When I'm hungry, I eat.
If I'm curious about something I use a device I keep in my pocket that can access all information everywhere to satisfy my curiosity.
When it's raining or is cold or is hot outside I can walk while inside on a machine I keep in my house.
When my clothes are dirty, I wash and dry them using machines I keep in my house. It usually takes a couple of hours to wash, dry, fold, and put my clothes away in my walk-in closet.
If, on a whim, I want to work in my garden and mosquitoes or bugs annoy me, I repel them with devices that keep them at bay so they don't bite me.
If I feel like cooking my food with fire, I can use my grill, which is kept on my private back patio. But mostly I cook food on a device that uses electricity in my house.
Don't forget, of course, that I have any number of devices or activities at my fingertips to stave off boredom. Books fill my shelves along with videos to watch. There are podcasts, music, xbox, bicycles, skateboards, tether ball, tennis, jewelry, twitter, newspapers, makeup, fashion... So much.
I drink clean, filtered water. As much of it as I desire. It comes out of a tap that I have in my kitchen.
This is my life. This is not survival. I live luxuriously and this luxury affords me the opportunity to consider things such as my existence. Because I have luxury does that bring to my door a duty of contemplation? Of altruism?