All of us are born naked into the world. We own nothing. When we die, we take nothing with us. In between others give us things or we buy things with our efforts. In between birth and death, we become collector of things. If we let the things we collect rule us, we will never be happy. We will never have enough. There is always one more bigger, smaller, faster, flashier new thing. If we accept our new things as a blessing and not as a demand, we can remain satisfied.