It’s not about studded shoes and decked dresses or dinner parties with seven wines.
It’s not about fresh bills in a Coach, Chopard on the wrist, and stacks in the account.
It’s not about lean legs, tiara-topped heads, or Louis Vuitton handbags.
It’s not about bedside pools, or poolside bars, or bayside resorts.
It’s not about dabbling in pearls, or dawdling in Rolls.
It’s not a trendy summer vacation, a honeymoon destination, or a cruising expedition.
Not about the glitter, the possessions, or positions.
It’s the hot chocolate on rainy days, the comforting book on bad days, and an extra scoop of ice-cream.
Luxury is contentment in the small things.
The Chaos Within 