I don’t think so. I think some considerable amount of the stuff in our lives—or maybe just my life—represents an obligation, maybe an unwanted obligation, but not a necessity; some is frivolous without qualifying as a “luxury”; and some is just a nuisance, a burden. Some represents good intentions that never materialized, some came along as a one-time impulse, and some remains because of laziness or neglect or an irrational fear of scarcity.
And some things cross categories, depending on the circumstances. There’s no need for me to light candles on the dinnertable every night, but I’m ready when the power goes out.