Own? I hate the whole concept of owning now as I advance towards senility...what a useless compilation of junk have I cluttering up my cave here! Honestly, what the heck was I thinking buying 90% of this stuff.
George Carlin comes to mind on this topic....stuff and owning it and the endless cycle of misery having stuff implies. That's all our house is, a place to put our stuff. If we didn't have so much stuff, we wouldn't even need a house, where we usually put an addition on to hold more of our stuff and which we have to put a lock on because other people always want to break in and steal our stuff, all the good stuff though, not all the junk we hold onto, they come to our house to steal our stuff while we are out buying more stuff to put inside our house.....endlessly funny. Probably it's on U-tube somewhere.
Nahhhh, I don't want to own anything anymore. I do want to fold myself into peace and contentment and acceptance...... I do want to stretch myself over my own skin of contempt and see not the monster I think I am
A house is just a pile of stuff with a cover on it.