I’m not quite sure how.
The reason I wanna get sangria sheets and black duvet colour now seems kinda silly. I ponder where the thin fine line lies when it comes to spending money. I had a loose philosophy, that is before I started to earn my own living. If I see something I wanna have, I’d not buy it right away, but go home, let it sit for a while. If I still cannot take it off my mind, which means I really want it, I’d then go buy it, and if it’s already gone, I’d know it wasn’t meant for me. That used to serve me fine until recently. It seems that I have nothing better than thinking aboutbuying stuffs and turns out that I REALLY want everything I think I wanted. Desire runs deep while the act of purchase sometimes is actually a subconsience attempt to fulfill the emptiness in part of the life, and once you know the possibility, how can you not slow down and take a good look of your inner self and try to resolve the real problem.
When you’re pursuing a quality life, remember not to lose yourself in the vast, boundless material world.
Still, I don’t know if I should return the sheets or not.