OUR ADDICTION TO STUFF
We use plastic money, shop online, go to store sales, browse garage sales. For what? More stuff! It always amazes me how some people will head for the stores even before their Thanksgiving dinner has had time to settle. They say it’s all about the deals and steals for Christmas gifts. So everyone can have even more stuff. Am I right?
In a scene I wrote for my upcoming book, Twisted Fate, a young couple, Heather and Justin Trent, are shifting through what is left of their home destroyed by a tornado. They discover nothing of monetary value has survived. Searching frantically for something, anything, Heather screams with delight when she discovers an article of sentimental value. It is nothing but a paper napkin from a coffee bar. But it has special meaning because she presented it to Justin the first time they met. Her name and number are scribbled across after Justin asked if he could see her again. Heather is amazed her husband saved it over time, especially since their marriage has recently hit a rough patch and has ended up on life-support. It takes the crisis of losing their home to bring them back together. The loss of their belongings (his technical gadgets/her designer shoes) make them realize what is important. “Their stuff” can be replaced, but the love they have for each other, fragile as it is, cannot be replicated.
I find as I grow older the less I want stuff. Maybe it is a priority shift. Happiness cannot be bought, not for any price. What do you think? Leave a comment below.