does more mean happier?
There used to be a time when I had more stuff than I could possibly use. That didn’t happen accidentally but served two needs of mine (at least I thought so). On the one hand I wished to own things that gave me joy and on the other hand I wanted to look successful to others. I thought: once I proofed to the world (and myself) that I had success I deserve to do the crazy things I dreamed about.
Fact was, it didn’t make me happy. I became more and more dependent on working for the things I owned and I had no time to actually use them. Secretly I was longing for freedom and was wondering: when you have all the stuff you want, but are not happy, will more of what didn’t make you happy in the first place help after all?