Over these past few years I have said again and again, in every forum that I can find, that the quality of life cannot be improved, after a certain point, by adding more stuff to the mix. I have written about, talked about, concepts like Voluntary Simplicity. I have argued that more money will not always mean more happiness. That it may often mean less happiness.
People have accused me, from time to time, of romanticizing poverty.
I would never want to do that.
I would never want to have, for myself or for my son or for anyone, “not enough.”
I want us always to have “enough.” I want us to have the sense to know what “enough” is. And to be able to stop there. To be able to get the most out of life by being able to recognize that adding more to the mix takes something away. That adding more means sometimes getting caught up in that more, trapped in it, mired. Unable to find the things we really want or need. Means committing too much of our lives to the maintenance or preservation of things that do not contribute to our happiness.