By Gonny 
There was a time—not too long ago—when having a black-and-white television with a single channel felt like luxury. The telephone hung neatly on the wall in the hallway, and when it rang, everyone sprinted to answer it as if they had won the lottery. One car per family was enough, and showering? Well, that was a once-a-week event, and somehow, you still felt fresh.
But let’s be honest—were people truly happy back then? Not really. That’s why they kept wanting more. A bigger house, a nicer car, a better job. The search for happiness has always been there, always just out of reach, no matter how much we accumulate.
Fast forward to today. Most of us have everything—smartphones, smart fridges, smartwatches. We chase bank balances, possessions, and stock market numbers. But are we any happier? No. The same emptiness lingers, just wrapped in shinier packaging.
Strange, isn’t it?
The truth is simple: happiness was never found in things. Not then, not now. Back in the day, maybe we thought about it less, simply because there were fewer distractions. Life wasn’t necessarily better—it was just slower. And in that slowness, there was space to enjoy the little things: being together, laughing, sharing, and appreciating what was, instead of always reaching for what could be.
So instead of romanticizing the past or drowning in the excess of the present, what if we simply remembered what true wealth is? Not in the number of things we own, but in how we experience life.
How much is enough? And once we have it, can we just be grateful—without immediately chasing the next thing?
Maybe the greatest luxury of our time isn’t what we can buy, but our ability to choose love, peace, and a little simplicity.
Now that would be a true revolution.
With love and light,
G.