I also have in mind that seemingly wealthy, but most terribly impoverished class of all, who have accumulated dross, but know not how to use it, or get rid of it, and thus have forged their own golden or silver fetters. – Henry David Thoreau
The curse of stuff, of (unrealized) abundance.
It’s as if we’re hungry, in a room full of the most delicious food, and we have no mouth.
People have more and more, yet appreciate less and less.
They have been brain-washed to want stuff, yet the stuff does nothing to improve their mood, their well-being, their soul.
It’s the wise person who sees abundance and takes only what they need.
The wise person is aware and economical.
The wise person is happy, truly.