Everything That Remains: A Memoir by The Minimalists

by Joshua Fields Millburn

But when I began to acquire these things, my thirst was not quenched. Instead, the threshold for pleasure changed, the bar raised with each new purchase, each promotion, each bit of faux extravagance. Like a cocaine high, it is never enough; I always want more.

there’s no grand reward for passivity, just pain and regret and an emptiness that’s hard to articulate.