I can understand it but damn, it's an interesting issue. I'm not a material person, but sure, there are some material things I absolutely love and cherish. Even if I don't use it, but then I ask, why do I have it? Because someday I will use it? It will come in handy. When I don't need it, I have it. When I need it, I don't have it. All that crap. I know a few people who are hoarders. Walking into their house, it's like damn, holy shit hell. I mean it's newspapers, Tupperware, old napkins, etc., etc., all far as the mind can think to hoard, you can. Then just thinking all the stuff I already own, which isn't a lot because I try to keep my life as minimal as possible, and then thinking of all of that shit I'm going to leave behind when I die. But to the hoarders, I get it. There's something sentimental going on. Not being able to let go of something for whatever reason. it reminds you of something. it's a memory of a friend. It's wasteful, like, how much can I get out of this paper towel. I mean in the past few years, I've bought things here or there, little things, and have just attained more and more, all the while not getting rid of anything. I try, and I try. But then I think, what if this broken dvd player starts working again? Will I ever need this stupid flashlight my sister bought me that is still in the package? Would she be mad if she found out I gave it away? I used to have a theory of everything gained, I should also give something away too.