I found this picture of a wardrobe in an article that was meant to inspire envy.
Look at that beautiful wrought iron bed that obviously never gets slept in.
Look at the chest of drawers that doesn’t match the colour of the wood panelling in the wardrobe because we are so avant garde.
Look at the shoes that could never be accused of being too well worn.
Look at those clothes that don’t inspire any feeling of love or life or happiness.
Look at a room so devoid of feeling it’s depressing.
Is this really what people want?
What they aim for?
Oh sure, it’s pretty. If you’re okay with pretty meaning your clothes match your paint and you could literally blend into your house.
I feel like if I lived in this house, my house wouldn’t be an extension of me, I’d be an extension of it.
Another decorative piece to be arranged just so.
Am I the only one that feels this way?
Please correct me if you do!
I just look at that wardrobe and wonder if they’ve ever enjoyed getting dirt under their nails building a veggie garden.
Whether they’ve gone for a swim in their clothes because why the hell not?
If they’ve ever gone trekking through Thailand.
If they would go to Church because they believed it not because they ought.
If they ever really lived or just looked like they were…