“Or living hand to mouth on the cold hard floor?
What makes your life superior?
What advantage do you have?
Apart from the bank balance from your overly generous dad.
The designer clothes.
The bags.
The money.
The greed.
Greed upon greed upon greed,
Until,
Greed multiplied by greed detaches you from what’s real.”
He paused, and you could hear a pin drop in the courtyard. Then seconds later, he went on.
“So, I’ll ask you again.
What is this thing, pride?
Strip back the layers.
Go on.
Find out what lies behind,
the things that you own to bolster your life.
Things to make you feel worthy.
Things to make you feel seen.
Things to keep you living in the state of a dream.
Things that make you important.
In your own mind.
You want us to see you...
And we do... (He shook his head)
But we won’t be kind.
Because we see you in a way you’d never believe you’d be seen.
Empty.
Hollow.
A money machine.”