Why do we try?

For those that live a life of Reilly this may not apply to you. Those that have had to fight dust understand the constant and futile battle. During the course of the week we fight against dirt. We are armed with clean cloth and Liquid Gold. (You'd think that Liquid Gold would really be worth a lot of money with that name.) However,I have found no Gold in Liquid Gold. I've tried to find it every time I use the product. Alas, my fight against dust is an ongoing battle. Every man and women fights the same battle. Maybe if we just got rid of the stuff, we'd find that we have more than we need. This is true statement in my case. When I become old, my children will wonder why I've kept so many things. Stuff piles up in unusual shapes and sizes. These shapes of stuff keep me up at night. Mostly, I'm concerned what others will think of my piles of stuff. Will they think I'm just a messy collector of stuff? Do I need more stuff to make me happy? I think not. However, bright shiny things tempt my eyes and sometimes calls to me even after I've determined that I don't need any more stuff. Recently, I've thought a great deal about stuff. Why do you try to obtain as much stuff as possible? Are we trying to please our selves? Or, are we trying to prove to the world that we have the greatest stuff. Does our stuff show the world that we are successful hard working people who deserve to have really good stuff? How do they know if it's good stuff or a cheap knock off? And, who the they, the ones that determine excellence in stuff? Who are they that determine what color is in or out? Why do we follow blindly like lemmings? I'd really like to know who "they" are so that I can write a letter on (none cool paper,) stating that I'd rather not be in the list. To that I say, "what list"? I've never signed up to be a buyer of stuff. And, why do I give a rats ass? The truth is that we all have a bit of lemming in us. For once I'd like to wear something extremely not cool and not worry about it. Then I would call myself a reformed collector of stuff. Yes, this is what should be done. Alas, my ego is too big and I can not be seen in non cool stuff. However, to those that think that I dress uncool then I'd be fulfilling my dream of an departure from cool stuff. How is it that even as a little child we know what we want. I tortured my mother because of stuff. The differences in stuff became clear when I was in 2nd grade. This is when my mother and I first found out that we disagreed about stuff. Another mans trash is another mans treasure. When I leave this mortal existence, I will buried in stuff & covered with dirt. How about that? Even, death is not an escape from stuff. So, why do we try? Mmmm, something to think about.