We're led to believe that all these material things will make us happy, that they signify success and contentment, when, in actual fact, the opposite is true. All that this clutter does is anchor you to one place. I think all you really need to be happy is what that little girl down on the beach has - the sun on your back, food on the table and someone to love who loves you in return. If it's so simple, though, why do we dither around for so many years looking for something else?
