As I leave the Dollarstore feeling unfulfilled with my $10 worth of soap, shampoo and toothpaste, I am reminded of what little joy things bring me.
While I appreciate clean hands, hair and teeth, I would much rather watch my children smile, console a sad friend or bask in the sunlight of one more day.
The material has become an inconsequential necessity of existence.
I have a new definition of happiness which extends beyond material objects.
I am grateful for the things I cannot touch.