The question is: so what? I can't take this stuff with me when I'm not here. The irony of the situation is that is that part of me would very much like not to be here, and yet I collect things that won't transfer onward. The answer seems to be multi-fold. The first is that I get great satisfaction from finding wonderful treasures while shopping. It is an addiction of sorts. Secondly, I have a satisfaction of enjoying the treasures while I am still alive. So what if I can't take them with me? Perhaps that is not the point.
The challenge comes in from the redundancy of items and sheer numbers of treasures, and the ability to not "use" them all. This opens the door to a weird kind of guilt. The guilt is assuaged with a thought that I am an ever evolving person, and the things I bought/obtained in the past do not have a fixed hold over my changing person. While I do face the challenge of storing or removing the things that no longer call to me, they should not hold a gravitational pull on my psyche.
What is the next steps? I probably will not stop shopping as it is such a joyful part of my life. I could/should divest myself of redundant or obsolete objects. This would allow future treasures to enter my life, and allow me to more fully utilize the meaningful treasures I already have. Sounds like a game plan! Now how do I carry it out? (smile)