Luxury

At first it was an endless route, paused by a transfer, filled with friendly strangers who welcomed the open seats symbiotically.

Then, we became enthralled, the ego and I, into thought processes that revolved around wheels that sat snug in axles and added to the sound of traffic and pollution present in the invisible life's blood we inhale.

At first ego and I were hesitant...we pored over options and used pages of tree matter to scribble in ink what options were near. And then, what options were far... Almost a year later, the reflections still abound. Filled with scribbles of profiles and symbols and options that would delight a custom-made enthusiast, but instead made ego and I dizzy with discontent.

Layers of pages fell away, as my borrowed and yet to be seen financial flow became restricting and comforting in narrowing choices.

Ego and I sat, and thought, and prayed, and waited, and thought some more. Then she appeared...

Out of thin heir it seems, and from the sought advice of new associates, pointed me to opt in for the luxurious choice. Ego chose first, then as the latter I followed.

A gift to me, celebrating my years in existence, I coined her name relative to a flower I adore. It then became my standard, the life I aimed to live, glamorous, pretty, leather, sunroof, spacious.

As a reflection on ego's choice, I realize now, that, the 'then' was laced with want and rooted in need. The sun became too close and the nights late for earning hours. I felt dependent when independent needed to be present.

Now as I prepare to replace the rubber-glass slipper of her choice, I do realize ego's non-attention to my supplemental limitations. Praises go up for 3 checks in one month. Needed and desperately guarded for future expenses. "Smart money is the only choice for ego's honey," I say.

Now on to thinking ways to cut corners and bloom into stability, ego must be trained. Not only to obey, but to sincerely surface when needed, as we are an inseparable pair...

Until the next choice, the best choice is presented, I continue the process of push and pull to benefit and control us both in our sobriety for comfort and luxury.

This has thus confirmed the story, of my first car purchase. End to end... "She wants to lead, the glamorous life.... ....without love, it ain't much, it ain't much." ~Sheila E.

~Fin.

Always,

@AmBBitious

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