The truth is-- and let's be totally honest --I worry about tomorrow because that's what we do. As a member of the human species, I can't help but consider what may be to come. Sure, I say I want to live in the moment like some people are apparently capable of doing. Now that's an enviable quality. But I'm flawed.
As much as I detest the whole idea of presenting a false image or appearance, I'm guilty of the same. I want to project something more than what meets the eye, something that appears better.
I may not be too preoccupied with things but, nonetheless, I appreciate quality. I don't randomly blow my money on cheap, worthless knock-offs. If I can help it, I will indeed spend money on quality.
One day I stopped in my tracks and took inventory of myself, what I was wearing, and I felt surprisingly good and ashamed at the same time-- the latter because of my misgivings which were founded on values I had wanted to uphold.
Frankly, my appearance was still rather unassuming. It was just what I happened to notice about the choices I had made. The items came from various sources, to be sure. Most were certainly not bought retail or even by me. That is to say they were gifts. But all the same most of the items were of top-shelf quality.
So, the inventory: Ralph Lauren button-down Polo shirt, Levi's 501 jeans, Tommy Hilfiger classic briefs, Goldtoe dress socks, North Face fleece vest, Ralph Lauren tweed sportcoat, Dr. Martens Oxford dress shoes, my gold and platinum wedding band, finish off with Ray-Ban's Daddy-O sunglasses (now made in Italy). The cheapest, most practical item on me was my Timex Ironman watch, not that I didn't have a wristwatch that was a hundred times more expensive. Just wasn't wearing my Tag Heuer Swiss Army.
Yes, we're all image conscious and guilty of trying to project to others this idea of personal identity. The soul, on the other hand, doesn't wear anything.
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