Being a slave to things gets old when the bubble bursts.
But having quality things that truly bring you joy and let you do the things that mean something makes sense to me.
About 5 years ago it seemed every time one of our five adult children came over they would make some stupid comment about calling dibs on some item or another that they wanted to inherit when we die.
So , I sold all that stuff.
When they noticed that stuff was gone, they got upset.
Told them their greed was not my cross to bear.