Yup, that pretty much sums it up.
I have found that many times that the more stuff you own, the more of your life (time) and money that you have to shell out to fix it, maintain it, store it, etc. And many times, the more stuff you have, the unhappier you are. Material things rarely bring us happiness, they often bring us misery. I mean check out all the junk that people once thought that they wanted at garage sales.
Sometimes I think that I was happier when I had a beat up 1991 Nissan Sentra XE. I didn't worry about washing it. Or parking it under trees that dripped sap. I didn't care about it all that much. I was very carefree. My hubcaps flew off, I didn't care. You spilled your Jamba Juice in the passenger seat? I didn't care. I wiped it up, and didn't shed a tear. To me, my car was just for getting me from one place to another. Well, that was me, maybe that is not you.
Sometimes you have this dream car or dream whatever (that is fairly expensive), and then you realized that the dream was not worth it at all. I have not ever been one to dream of huge mansions with 18 bedrooms. To me, that sounds painful and unnecessary. A mansion would bring me misery. I would immediately sell it. All I need is a rented room is someone else's house. Simple is beautiful. Simple is elegant. Look at all of the people with their overextended credit lines trying to buy stuff they don't need to impress people that they don't like. Seems extremely crazy and silly to me. Look at all their spending, did it bring them happiness, I don't think so.
I have found that many times that the more stuff you own, the more of your life (time) and money that you have to shell out to fix it, maintain it, store it, etc. And many times, the more stuff you have, the unhappier you are. Material things rarely bring us happiness, they often bring us misery. I mean check out all the junk that people once thought that they wanted at garage sales.
Sometimes I think that I was happier when I had a beat up 1991 Nissan Sentra XE. I didn't worry about washing it. Or parking it under trees that dripped sap. I didn't care about it all that much. I was very carefree. My hubcaps flew off, I didn't care. You spilled your Jamba Juice in the passenger seat? I didn't care. I wiped it up, and didn't shed a tear. To me, my car was just for getting me from one place to another. Well, that was me, maybe that is not you.
Sometimes you have this dream car or dream whatever (that is fairly expensive), and then you realized that the dream was not worth it at all. I have not ever been one to dream of huge mansions with 18 bedrooms. To me, that sounds painful and unnecessary. A mansion would bring me misery. I would immediately sell it. All I need is a rented room is someone else's house. Simple is beautiful. Simple is elegant. Look at all of the people with their overextended credit lines trying to buy stuff they don't need to impress people that they don't like. Seems extremely crazy and silly to me. Look at all their spending, did it bring them happiness, I don't think so.