Here I am looking contrite.
You could say that's my sweet manipulative look. My PLEASE don't notice that I'm flaunting it, look.
I always thought that if I won the MEGA I would show some restraint. I mean, haven't I been the choreographer of all the little dances I've been tapping on ALL those spiritual paths?
So what happened? Did my spirituality instantly fly through my silk draped floor- to- ceiling windows? Couldn't I restrain myself from gold leafing the rococo cherubs above my four poster? Well, it looks like I've had a lot of pent up materialism just throttling my holy aspirations. I dare say, an accumulation of all my past lives of deprivation has reared it's ugly head. I turn to you, the rich, to pull me through, because you know how to live without guilt in a way that has eluded me.
Do the rich even know about karma? Truth to tell, in my hungrier days I sought enlightenment, love and brown rice, as I rappelled up the steep cliffs of desire. My reward was always within, I just had to close my eyes and meditate way up through my Crown Chakra. I always achieved it, with the right incense. I was also well on my way to achieving blessed non-existence, blessed mind of Buddha. I will do it again.
Yet here I am, swathed in luxury (which I'll donate to the poor very soon). Before my big divestiture, I just want to have some fun. I sort of always knew this about myself...hold out a Karat, and I just might slip it on my finger.