The need to possess

I stand behind a long, white, just cleaned gloss counter in the store and look at people entering through the front door. I am able to see how fast a spark appears in the eye and saliva almost drips from the half-open mouth. Hands automatically stretch out to grab, catch, hold.
How pathetic that is.
A constant desire to own and control the next things turned our entire civilization into vultures that only espy their next prey. And yet it is only an object that will fall apart, destroy, turn into dust.
Is possession so important? What does it change? Provides a very fleeting moment of happiness? This feeling is very illusory. It will pass as soon as we get used to the object. We find ourselves surrounded by a pile of greed.
Materiality does not bring real pleasure - it is better to spend money on memories.
Yoga course in India, pasta eaten opposite the Colosseum, diving in search of coral reefs.
I want to wake up equipped with such a things.