In this world, it was autumn. A celebration unfolded. On the first day of fall, we all chose a tree to idolize and embody. We didn't need to have separate trees, but we all chose a tree that we felt a particular connection with. As the tree gave its leaves and its flowers and its seeds to the Earth, so did we. Everything excess that we had created in our bountiful spring and fiery summer we shed in time with the leaves on our tree. We gave to or volunteered out time to charities, we helped finance new Earthen hobbit-like homes or schools, we had bountiful feasts with friends, and we simply recycled our possessions to others.
Many of the wealthiest individuals chose the great oak in the valley near the graveyard. Such a choice was an honor and held in great esteem due to the vast gifts it gave to the ground to compost. A grand giving mimicked by those with the capacity to choose this tree to mimic. I chose a tree in a neighbor's yard. It was not big, yet its leaves turned the most miraculous reds and yellows as it shed to reveal its curvy, elegant form that looked like a dancer with arms outstretched. To honor it, I started a school in a warehouse gifted to me by a wealthy woman. This school was designed to teach "the old ways." I can't remember the specifics of this culture, but I recall teaching things like sun meditation and herbalism and yoga. By the time fall had ended, I had a successor worthy enough and I gave the school to her as my "last leaf."
At the start of winter, she began charging for lessons and I began working and creating again, already planning-- full of wonder at what I would do next year.
What would our world look like if we did that today? I'll tell you, there ain't a tree large enough on the planet to embody the belongings of our wealthiest. Even the fabled tree of mana might not even be comparable. That aside, if we all adopted this mindset, I guarantee we would see a new world in less than a decade. I am reminded of the words of my favorite telepathic gorilla again, "Take what you need. Leave the rest." If you have no idea who this gorilla is, pick up the book Ishmael immediately.