Sacrifice

Am I an ascetic?

It seems I am living my life this way. My clothing is minimal and based upon comfort’s functionality. I consistently am thrust back into lack of income’s poverty.

I’d like to think I’m incorruptible, but if you knew what I’ve undergone in trials I cannot speak of here, you’d be amazed at my lock-down self discipline.

I could be a junkie on the street, a whore for hire, a slave to my own needs and others’ debasities.

I am imperfect, and I have my own rational and irrational needs.

However, where I do have power, I try to use it wisely. I know my actions affect others, even if others do not see me clearly nor value me.

If I could figure out a way to live a life of luxury that did not harm others to get there – sign me up, gladly!

I would enjoy learning how to mix and match clothing to pull off unique composure, getting lost in the details of textures and beauty. I love to fly and travel – a yacht trip could “tide me over” nicely (reference to quote from A&E’s Pride And Prejudice)!

But, without the right people who think clearly and more productively as I do, without the right thematic that wants to help promote others’ well being, too, it would all mean nothing to me but another example of what artifice ascribes to.

I do not seek the life of an ascetic because I want to. I just have no other choice for now, if I hold to my ideals.