Yet another addiction in my dysfunctional life....bags. Love them, hate them, covet them, want them, ugggghhhh....so materialistic, but I must, for lack of any sort of morality confess, I do love a good bag.
Okay so between this and my techno gadget piece readers must think that I am NOTHING but a materialistic horrible person and to some I may be just that. But to those who know me, they just call me dysfunctional! HA. Anyway, my caveat to this labeling thing is this, I don't currently have the where wherewithal to afford many of these coveted items, but that can't stop me from dreaming of one day opening that gorgeous shiny box from .... wait wait wait...I digress. Okay on with the blog!
What is it about "things" that causes some of us to drool so? I mean, we're constantly preached at - okay maybe it's just me but I feel I'm constantly preached at - that "things" are bad, wanting "things" is bad, having materialistic wants is bad cause stuff is just stuff and the important "things" in life are not the tangible objects/belongings that many of us cling too (yes I say many and you people know who I'm talking too.... 600,000 Iphone 4s sold within in seconds of being available for pre order, yeah you!), but the intangible that are the most important. I believe that to be true. So if my intangibles are good, why can't I indulge guilt free in the tangibles?
Here's my limited take on life, my life, as I see it. I am a lucky human. I have love, I give love, I am loved. I also dislike, am disliked and loathed. Chaos reigns my world but it's my chaos and I manage.
I have a job, which so many poor souls don't have at this moment, and I work hard to keep it. (hard is a relative term of course) I have a home, I may rent it but it's mine (for now). I don't have a driving want to own a home as most "normal" people do, but I do have a driving want for "things". Maybe one day I'll want to own a home, but then again maybe I won't, that's my choice.
So long as my family is happy, healthy and cared for why should I care what others say about by love of "things". I shouldn't and yet I do. Ah, yet one of my many endearing neuroses. I will tell you this however, I'm caring a lot less now then I used to. Life is short, time is fleeting, and being happy (of course not at the cost of others happiness if I can help it) is the goal.
People, you can't take it with you - you can leave it to your children, grandchildren, others in need, but you can't take it with you - and darn it you worked hard for it so why shouldn't you enjoy it!
Someone once told me that want and need are two different things. That someone was an idiot. Obviously want and need are two different things, and to every individual wants and needs are defined differently. There really aren't many things I need, truly my "needs" are more my intangibles. Now, wants that's another story, I have MANY wants...does that make me a bad person...to some it does and to them I say look, here's the deal - I won't throw stones at your glass house if you don't throw stones at mine.
That's all.
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