I honor the life of my running shoes by admiring the layers of dirt—they tell stories. I honor its life by not replacing it at a whim as it’s perfectly beautiful and functional as the first day it warmed my feet.
I honor the life of my phone by not draining its battery on constant fidgeting, but by using it on few things that’s worth its invention. I can click here and there but it’s a shame if I complain too much on how fast its battery died, and that I want a new one that lasts thrice as long. I honor the experience of having read free and beautiful e-books and listened to Africa.
Things are tools. Life is definitely better with them.
But we’re not making ourselves better by just having them. Pursuing objects—chasing happiness and success as we’re told—only creates discontent and decay.
We honor our lives beyond purchase.