Once upon a time, there was a very famous, very posh department store in London. When you walked in through the ornate doors, you were welcomed with a hush of opulent splendour, the high ceilings and towering pillars being the perfect backdrop for beautiful displays of perfumes and cosmetics on the ground floor, with ladies and gentlemen’s clothes on the upper floors. This store was well known for its quality merchandise, attention to detail, and wonderful service.
One day, a young woman was working behind the cosmetics counter just near to the main entrance on Piccadilly. The revolving doors moved, and from them emerged a man who looked as if he belonged on the street. His clothes were very scruffy, his beard and hair unkempt and he brought with him a general air of neglect. But he strode through the cosmetics department and disappeared up the staircase. Continue reading →
In the Western world, the word ‘rich’ is taken to mean having plenty of material possessions, be it property, cash, goods of other kinds; and words associated with this would be opulent, extravagant, wealthy, affluent, etc.
But I think real richness is much more than these things, which are a narrow definition, to say the least. Continue reading →