We often think if I only had this or if only this would happen, we would have it made. If we had a bigger house, if we had more money, if we had more freedom… For me, all of the STUFF that has accumulated in my life over the years that I thought I needed, is what is suffocating me now. More stuff means more to take care of, and more time spent away from what is important. Getting a bigger house only gives more room to accumulate more stuff until that house is no longer big enough. Are we ever satisfied or content? I feel like a prisoner to stuff sometimes. Trying to find a place for “things” is a constant battle. Our conviction to go Tiny is a step to be free from the bondage of stuff. It takes our time and money and we keep getting more and more. If only we would all be content with such things as we have there would be more joy to life without the “if only” desires ruling out lives.
“Let your conversation be without covetousness; and be content with such things as ye have: for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.”
“For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.”