I don’t have a lot of things.
I also can’t think of anything I want that’s really missing. I’ve got everything I need. Occasionally I manage to fabricate desire for something extra but it doesn’t last.
Everything has a cost associated with it. And not simply a monetary one.
There’s the space it occupies, both physical and mental. Clutter and mess aren’t simply visual phenomena. There’s the maintenance, the caring for the object. This requires extra time, extra effort and extra psychological capacity.
All these factors tie you to your belongings. Are they really providing a benefit or are you simply a caretaker, creating more for you to look after?
In the end, we can’t take any of it with us. All the extra baggage serves no purpose but to weigh us down.
So why not make the journey as simple as possible?