I remember it vividly. I had a good job in Information Technology making darn good money. I had all the toys that someone in my position was expected to have, plus some. House in the suburbs, a sports car (supercharged Corvette). A sport motorcycle. Almost anything that I wanted, I got for myself.
One day, I stepped out into my garage and took a look around. Sure, I had all this nice stuff, but…so what? What was all of this stuff for? I wasn’t happy with my job. I couldn’t see myself working in IT for the rest of my life. Something had to change.
I had so much, but it just wasn’t making me happy. In fact, it flat out made me depressed some of the time. I thought happiness was a RESULT of having stuff.
I learned first hand that the two are mutually exclusive.