Stuff is just that. As age becomes a growing number so does the realization that the only real important things in life are the relationships you have with others and the knowledge you gain from looking for more out of life.
To grow as a person with a proficiency in anything ranging from the trivial to the monumental is something we can probably take with us when we kick the dirt and it’s having such wisdom that makes us more than just consuming robots that only live for the following weekend or next television show.
Having the most money, cars, women, cabana boys, diamonds, houses, bank accounts or entourages is great, but quite meaningless if you’re not developed as a quality human being. Just because a camera crew shows up to televise your fancy crap doth not a true (wo)man make.
Learning to let go of stuff can sometimes be a painful process. Try having a yard sale or donating things to charity, try giving things away that you’ve paid money for or just ridding yourself of clutter so you can see the shelves and walls. It ain’t easy.
The empty space in a home becomes a thing you specifically put there, it’s not always just a void in which to fill with objects and furniture. Empty space should be sold in catalogs so we’re not wallowing in the depths of our constant shopping.
Hoarders fascinate me endlessly because they force me to distinguish whether to keep certain things or just let them go back into the universe of retail and resale. They also give me the ability to be less attached to objects because the less importance you put in “things” the better chance you have at enjoying the other things in life that hold far more value than any possession ever could.