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I’m not a best-selling writer, but I live in the (watch out, cliché crossing!) lap of luxury.

I slept in a bed last night. Under warm covers. My house is heated in the winter (propane heaters and wood stoves) and cooled in summer (window units and ceiling fans). I have indoor plumbing. My roof doesn’t leak when it rains. The only time I know the pains of hunger is when I get too busy to notice lunchtime passed me by or when I’m voluntarily fasting. Neither happen often, and a pantry and ‘frig filled with real food (nutritious, clean, non-fake) invites me to satiate my appetite at will. There are even fruit trees and berry vines growing on my property. My closets and drawers are filled with so many nice clothes (no one guesses from thrift shops and garage sales years ago) that I can go for weeks without doing laundry. And when I do, I have an automatic washing machine. And books, lots of books, and electric lights so I can read late into the evening. And something I never even knew as a teenager, I have a computer that lets me work from home and make friends with people I may never see–in other states and even in other parts of the world! Telephone enables me to speak to my son as if he were in the same room, though he lives five hours away. If I want to visit him, I have not one car but two, and my husband has a truck (all three combined costing less than a motorcycle costs new, leaving us money to put gasoline in their tanks). I have the freedom to go nearly anywhere I might choose.

Through the ages, kings haven’t had it so good. The world’s richest people may have a greater quantity of what I have, they may have more expensive versions of what I have, but they don’t essentially have more. And I’m not even considering those non-physical aspects of life that are most important.

I woke up this morning in my comfortable bed, thinking about perspective. When a writer creates a character, places that character in a setting, and plots to tell that character’s life for the length of the story, everything hinges on perspective. When I read a story, fiction or non-fiction, to truly appreciate and understand the truth of it requires that I have the proper perspective. What is the proper perspective? I may be wrong, but I think it’s simply the truth … in all its simplicity.

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