I am surrounded by things I have put value on. My guitars, my stereo and records, my clothes, my electronics, all of it. Like you, I know that these things don’t provide anything tangible in the way of lasting joy, peace, satisfaction, and security. Yet I pile them up in a vain attempt to fill voids, cover over wounds, and give the appearance of a normal life.
The stuff isn’t needed but its necessary. You get what I am saying? If I didn’t chase the things I would go crazy stuck within myself and the nights and terrors I face constantly. The stuff has a purpose. It helps me handle life a little bit. It doesn’t however fix anything.
The stuff will stay, heck I might run out today and add to the stuff. But I fight against mental illness on many fronts and stuff is just one of them.
Its like that clothespin picture, do you really need another one? The answer is yes.