The big ute, the flash yacht, the nice house, the immaculate lawn…. why do we tend to attach to these things as an extension of our sense of self?
Sure it’s nice to enjoy expressing ourself and to appreciate nice things, however nothing changes on the inside. No matter how flash our stuff is, if you need it to feel worthy and important it will never be enough.
No thing is going to give you peace, contentment and self love other than coming into knowing your truth, warts and all, fears and all, flaws and limitations and all. Human after all.
In the end isn’t that part of what makes us loveable?