A more important question is whether it works on a spiritual level. Does having more really make us happier? Our guts tell us "yes." Bumper stickers remind us that "he who dies with the most toys, wins." I live in a place where 10,000 square foot homes with multi million dollar price tags are not unusual. Still, our experience tells us that more doesn't make things better. The person living in that 10,000 square foot home is no more likely to be happy than the one renting a single 300 square foot room a few miles away. Having more toys only tells us one thing about you - you have more toys.
I've written before about GAS and how guitars players (read me) constantly search for the perfect instrument that will make their playing shine. Of course, it isn't the instrument at all, it is the player, so they go through guitar after guitar after guitar searching for the one that doesn't exist. I'm not so caught up on the guitar merry-go-round... I know a guitar won't make me a better player and I actually have an electric, a bass, and two amazing acoustics that I am more than thrilled with... but there are always pickups and microphones and recording interfaces and capos and tuners and gig bags and amplifiers and and and
When I was a bit younger I was also concerned about other things as well... but I am getting better. My car is 9 years old and has almost 140,000 miles on it... and it runs fine and I love it. I don't think I'd replace it even if I hit the lottery. I love our condo, although I do wish I didn't have to commute so far. I have more than enough clothing. We eat well and have a nice little wine cellar. Life is good... but I could still do with less and it wouldn't hurt me a bit. Maybe I need to do some ruthless editing?