My cousin, 36 years old, is divorced and has given up everything. Everyone is sympathizing with him.

Last month I went to his house, he rented a one-bedroom apartment, with just a bed, a table, and a chair. But on the table, there was a set of fine tea ware, and a painting he drew himself hung on the wall.
He said: "I used to live in a big house, with so many things I couldn't find myself. Now that I have fewer things, I actually know what I want."