"ME,MYSELF & I: The Atrocities I Have Committed For Extravagancy"

By Anonymous I stand today not as a hero, not as a success story, but as a cautionary tale. My name is not important. My title, my status, my possessions—all the things I once worshipped—have lost their value in the harsh light of truth. Today, I speak not to impress, but to confess. This is the story of ME, MYSELF & I, and the atrocities I have committed in the name of extravagancy. I have lived a life many admire,yet one that,if truly seen,would ignite a thousand questions-and perhaps,a thousand regrets. In pursuit of excess,I became the architect of my own moral decay. This is not a confession. This is reckoning. ME—the public face, the charmer, the achiever. I was the man people applauded at conferences, admired on magazine covers, and followed online.  MYSELF—the voice in my head that constantly demanded more: more power, more luxury, more admiration.  And I—the core of it all, the ego, the unrelenting beast that would not be satisfied until the world bowed at my feet. Together, we built an empire of indulgence. But brick by brick, that empire was constructed from the backs of the forgotten, the oppressed, and the voiceless. I wore extravagancy like a crown, but it was forged from stolen time, stolen opportunities, and stolen peace. I turned blind eyes to suffering as long as my view remained beautiful. I stepped over broken dreams on my way to private jets. I silenced conscience with the hum of foreign engines and the click of designer shoes on imported marble. I committed atrocities not with weapons, but with decisions. I signed deals that displaced families. I cut budgets for health and education to fund my own comfort. I underpaid workers while celebrating "efficiency." I redirected funds from community projects into overseas investments. I called it smart business. But in truth, it was a slow massacre—of hope, of dignity, of futures that were never given a chance to breathe. I threw banquets in cities where children starved. I commissioned statues while hospitals crumbled. I praised charity while hoarding wealth. I performed kindness for cameras and committed theft in silence. And the worst part? I was celebrated for it. I was called successful, inspirational, visionary. But now, the silence I once found comforting is deafening. The rooms I filled with laughter are empty of meaning. The luxury I chased so fiercely has turned to ash in my hands. Because in the end, ME, MYSELF & I are not a legacy—they are a prison. What did I gain? Trinkets for a tomb. Fame that fades. A name etched not in love, but in infamy. This article is not a request for sympathy. It is a warning. To those who are rising through ranks, gaining influence, acquiring wealth—ask yourselves: At what cost? Whose life is being diminished so yours can shine? Is your success building a future or burying someone else's? Because extravagancy, when unchecked, becomes a quiet violence. A beautiful lie. And I, the liar, have run out of lies. ME, MYSELF & I sit now in silence, surrounded by everything I ever wanted—and nothing I truly needed. But ME,MYSELF & I are no longer in sync. One of us has started to speak up-the one who remembers silence is complicity, and guilt is not erased with philanthropy.Not when your charity is the corpse of someone's stolen dignity. I write this not to seek forgiveness,but to wake those who, like me, are sleepwalking in silk. To remind them:extravagancy built on injustice is not wealth-it is theft in tuxedo. This is my truth. Brutal. Honest. Necessary. Let this be a mirror. Let this be a lesson. Because one day, you will meet yourself in the quiet,history will judge us not by what we flaunted but by what we destroyed to get there. And when that day comes, I hope you find peace. I did not.I know you may be against this,but this is a deep and bitter truth about us.Let's hear your opinion in the comment section.

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