There’s a scene in almost every film version of A Christmas Carol where Tiny Tim looks in a window at all the toys he can’t have. Luckily, I’m not particularly acquisitive, but sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be able to buy anything I wanted. (For the record, I do not want anything in this window. Alright, maybe one of those cupcakes, except they’re not real.)
I walk around and it’s window after window of beautiful things, and beautiful apartments with libraries and chandeliers and grand pianos, and I’m human, and I have an imagination. What would it be like??
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Oddly enough, I think it might actually not be all that great. It would depend on the kind of person doing the buying — many times ultra-rich folks are more miserable than the middle-class or some poor. And then again, a lot of rich folks try to hang onto their money and end up like Scrooge.
After a while the chandelier is just “the light” and the library is just “the bookshelf”.
Yeah. It’s just that it looks so sumptuous “in there.”