“In the midnight hour she cried- “more, more, more” – Billy Idol, Rebel Yell
More success, more things, more materials.
More is a constant churn of unhappiness and discomfort.
More dislikes what you already have. It belittles gratitude. More resists less.
More is a self-inflicted sickness, a recipe for disaster. All is well ends well, but not for more.
Unmoor from more.