I saw this video just the other day of this lady that owns a cleaning company. She was cleaning out a house of an elderly person that had just passed away.

The video hit me, you know. But, because it was a contrast of values. The little place was full of stuff: Trinkets, pictures, furniture. The family of the lady who lived there wanted none of it- to them nothing had value.

As she cleaned up and threw everything into black plastic bags, I felt as if death itself was mocking us from the other side. Why collect these things? For who? For what? What do I take with me?

But listen, I'm not judging anyone who collects trinkets and assigns value to old pictures- all of us do this. I'm just saying its a good idea to remember that they are as temporary as us.