Do we ever enjoy what we have?

I've got a few books on my bedside table, and usually I am a ravenous reader. I haven't even gotten through the first 10 pages of my new Grisham book. Then I went through my little library and started counting how many books I've bought and not even read. Then I went through the magazines. Ja, you read one or two stories, and save the rest for later. The problem is, there is no later. And CD's and so forth. When do we have time to actually enjoy the fruits - so-called - of our labours. My advice: make time. And to help with that, unplug the TV.