Life in itself is flimsy, and so are our cravings. Sometimes we have this great urge to pamper ourselves. And this pampering becomes more satisfying, rewarding and eventful when there are no adverse consequences.
Take for instance, you crave icecream, you have money and can afford to buy the icecream, you get to the icecream stand, you get the exact flavour you crave, you finish the whole plate, and you go home, climb the scale, no extra pound, check your sugar level, and it’s still within permissible range.
Another instance, you have a crush, you approach your crush, coincidentally you’re your crush’s crush, you hit off very nicely and next thing both of you are cruising off together for a late lunch date. Happy and single in the real sense of it, with no one to answer to on return. You come home afterwards beaming with smile with another promised date in view.
Or you see a cloth you’ll like, not that you’d planned to buy clothes o, but you saw this particular one on a vendor’s page, you fell in love with it, you asked the price, it’s something you can afford, you made payment, dress arrives. It’s bespoke and your account isn’t looking like a tripod stand that lost one leg.You get the point abi?
As far as I’m concerned, there’s nothing more interesting than this feeling. Suddenly, everything seems so beautiful and bright. Life becomes more promising. And you burst out in songs of ecstasy. We should all be entitled to this feeling once in a while.
That ability to have what you want, (I say want, not need) when you want it, without having to worry about financial implications or societal interpretation or religious judgment or personal condemnation is the true definition of freedom. And until we ride on this pedestal, we can’t be true acclaimers of freedom.