Possessions themselves do not make a man happy. As soon as some of his desires are quenched, new wishes spring up. This is the hard truth of human nature, and goads on many men, both great and small a far ways off from the acreage of satisfaction into the perilous lands of futility. But wisdom leads us to see the persuit for what it is: a journey to nowhere. Can we find pleasure in what things we have now, with hope in our hearts for fruitful abundance, and in abundance, good?
Suffering is endemic, it's said, yet regardless of which path you choose in the natural world, so dare to be bold and authentic. Walk with heartfelt sincereity and purpose. Take what courage you can muster, and open the eyes of your heart. Take pleasure not only in the things you have, but in the things you do, the work of your hands, knowing that you do not live unto yourself, and that every thing you do makes waves that ripple out into eternity and affect the world without and within beyond understanding and all seeking out. Hold tight upon your thoughts, and the perfection and maturation unto finality your true personality. The more you take up, so then the loss, but in all of it, a reward of finality.