There is a paradox in our life, that is, we get more things, but we enjoy them less. We build beautiful houses, and we decorate them with fiberglass supplies, they look like palaces, but we don't feel quite good about them, we seldom live in them. Then we continue to build more and more beautiful houses, and we continue to abandon them quickly.
I can't help thinking, can materials make us happy? It seems it's impossible, quite impossible. When I was a child, I had few tolls to play with, but I treasured what I had, so I felt very happy. But now, I have owned a lot of things, the silly thing is I seldom use them, and I can't get any happiness from them.