I deserve abundance and prosperity.

Some people would empty an account for a friend in trouble and cannot let that same friend buy them a coffee. The generosity runs in one direction only, and the direction that jams is the one pointing home.

Nobody keeps a register of who has earned what. There is no committee reviewing your case, no queue in which good behaviour moves you up a place. Deserving, here, is nearer to permission than to merit — the private allowance to want more without first assembling a defence for wanting it.