Trap of Stuff

Stuff.  I got me a lot of stuff. Stuff takes up space, before that it cost me money to acquire and accumulate it all. I consider myself somewhat of a minimalist because I am not fond of clutter or extraneous take up space items and yet, I have to laugh at calling myself this when I look in my closet and drawers at all of the clothes I have.  I like to look good and so, I am perfectly content with some of my money being invested, see my grin as I write this, in fabulous look at me clothes.  What I am discovering is that the big house that I live in is a holder of so much stuff that my money is really just going toward the payment and maintenance of a huge storage unit!  The pride of ownership is turning into a mouse trap~or perhaps the rat race of life is buy as big as you can almost afford and work until all you do is work in order to pay for what you thought you wanted.  The money monster trap would like you and I to believe that the house and the stuff in it is the stuff of life and I must slowly shake my head and say no, money monster, no it isn't so.  When I drive through my neighbourhood I see row upon row of pretty houses, with pretty people, living pretty lives~I'd like to think most of them have chosen exactly what they have.  Maybe they have and perhaps not, what I do know is stuff doesn't make me happy and no lying money monster can trap me and convince me otherwise.