There is a Buddhist story about an monk (or an old woman depending you source) that tells a story about being careful what you let into your life:

A monk lived very simply in a small hut with only a robe and a few possessions. One day he discovered that rats were chewing holes in his robe.

He went to town and asked the villages for a solution. The villagers said, “You should get a cat.”

So the monk got a cat.

But the cat needed milk. After several trips to town to get milk for the cat, the monk asked the villages for a solution. The villagers said, “You should get a cow.”

So the monk got a cow.

But the cow needed care and feeding. Soon the monk was spending much of his day tending the animal instead of meditating.

The villagers suggested, “You should hire a field hand to tend to the cow and the fields."

Years later, his teacher visited and asked what had happened to the simple monk who once owned almost nothing.

The monk replied, “Master, it all began because I wanted to protect my robe.”

Last night, I found myself in bed on my iPad looking up smaller tablets. I already own a Kobo and a Kindle Fire, but part of me feels like I need a better seven or eight inch tablet just to read on. I read reviews, watched videos, and searched for discounts in a familiar routine. Nevermind I was using a perfectly good tablet, or that a second one was within arm's reach. A short walk away was my Kobo, sitting in a drawer, underutilized after making a purchase several years ago that was supposed to change my reading habits forever. Still, something inside me told me I needed something new. I wanted something new and then I thought of the monk and the mouse.

A new tablet would mean I would need a new case. Even after buying the case, I'd probably want a strap to keep it on my hand while I read in bed. Depending on the device, I may need a new power cord, as I already have all of my outlets filled with a USB, MicroUSB, and Lightning cable for my current devices. So that would lead me to buy a new surge protector so I had enough spots to plug in a block for a USB-C.

The stand that holds my iPad, Kindle and phone is not large enough for another device, so I'd need to buy a new way to store my new tablet and then I'd need to think about the clutter my Kobo and Kindle would become. As minutes turned into an hour, I realized I never actually did what I intended to do when I laid down: read a book. Suddenly, I realized that I had lost my way. I opened Apple Books and lost myself in a world of wonder until I fell asleep.