I recently read a book in which one of the main characters started her chapters with "What do I have now?"* She went from being thrilled over a couple dresses and ribbons to being complacent about lands, homes, all the clothing she could want, and let's not forget the title of Queen; then she lost all with a melancholy few dresses, and her head detached from her shoulders.
Why do I bring this up? I was struck every time I saw that chapter opening with how self absorbed this character had to be. All of us are at times narcissistic, however, the depth of your own personal narcissism appears to be ruled not so much by the accumulation of material objects, as by a false sense of pride.
So, what do I have now?
...I have my family, that is what truly matters to me
What do you have?
Enjoy life's adventures!
Autumn
*Philippa Gregory - The Boleyn Inheritance
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