Every day, I go by this house. Every time, I am appalled, and wonder how can 'those' people live like this?
And from there, inevitably, the sobering realization that I am a hoarder just like them. Only, of a different kind.
When I stop long enough, I can see the clutter in my mind. A bric-a-brac of thoughts, most of them junk.
To be rid of.
How about you? How much space is there in your mind, right now?