I've always found it a bit crazy how us the sapiens need to own things so badly. We have justifications for wanting things to the point where we have managed to per-mutate the want into a distorted need. These made up "needs" may be common place, they may even be social norms, but I struggle to accept them and constantly find myself questioning them.
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Displacing Happiness
You've had these conversations too, I'm sure of it. A friend, a relative tells you how much the need something and when they acquire this something they will "finally be happy". You listen, after all you are a good friend, a good brother, a good listener and you try to really understand why they need it so badly.
I'm of course not talking about necessities, as the noun implies those are really needed. I'm talking about all those things that don't do anything for your tombstone or epitaph. Yes, I admit I'm sounding a bit cryptic here, but the truth is that most of these things we desire with unwarranted hunger are as evanescent as cigarette smoke.
I wont lie either, I've participated myself. I once told my older brother how I would be truly happy the day I owned a home. Here I am some years later writing this short post looking outside of one its windows thinking about how I don't feel that much different from that day.
Maybe the whole poi
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