You could never have enough because you never felt you were enough. That turned into believing it was about stuff and having things.
I have an aversion to having things and at the same time I have a hard time getting rid of things even when I don’t even use them anymore.
It’s like this dicotomy. I’m offended by materialism and yet I am afraid to throw anything away. Go figure. I must be doing the same thing only on a much lower level of value. Stuff sort of replaces lack. Lack can only exist in a space of not being enough. So there you go. I’m my mother only way less expensive….But not necessarily a cheaper version.