All The Kingdoms of the World

Got a precious day off, although of course, I’m still doing some work stuff–as usual. The work never seem to be quite as arduous in the silent comfort of my own home, so I don’t really mind. Anyway, I had the time to flick through my design emails and I found one from LuxurySafes. They are always good for a laugh; they brought us the gold-plated safe that was so ornate and expensive, I suggested you needed another safe to store it in.(See here http://www.alaraapothecary.com/?p=3950)

Today’s missive was about a set of golf clubs from Bentley, under the tongue-in-cheek headline ‘Golf clubs to die for’. And I thought, “Really? Would anyone die  for a set of swanky golf clubs?” My first instinct was to laugh but it got me thinking about the worthless stuff we all think is so important and go to such lengths to accumulate. I know that of which I speak; I’m a champion hoarder. Bigger picture – what about the stuff we compromise ourselves for– that job, that car, that promotion, that boy, that girl. It’s quite disheartening to see what poor bargains we get for losing our souls. So, what is worth dying for? And I don’t mean what is worth killing for? They are different things. It would seem that there is nothing so small that one person won’t consider killing another for it, as our newspapers readily attest. What shall it profit a man if he should gain the whole world but lose his soul?

He is a fool who gives away what he cannot replace for that which he cannot keep. All the lovely, shiny stuff and the lovely, happy people will not exist one day, yet we grasp and hanker. Even worse is the unattainable stuff — I want his looks, her brains, his birthright. I’m just as bad as everyone else but luckily, I haven’t been made an offer that I cannot refuse… yet  🙂 The tawdry baubles on offer are laughable. I would expect to be Empress of the Universe in return for selling my soul – at least!. So, saved by overweening conceit, who woulda thunk 🙂

So, here endeth the lesson for today. I will try to recognise the tinsel and the glitter for what it is and do all the good that I can while I can. I’m exhaused already just thinking about it, slacker that I am. I leave you with Shelley’s Ozymandias:

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