A couple of months ago we went to an estate sale in our neighborhood. The family had built the two bedroom two bath house around 1948 and lived under its roof until last year. They spent a lifetime in this house. The contents of their home were sold to strangers in one weekend, and the home itself was sold within the month.
I love stuff. I enjoy nice things. However, I keep thinking about the fact that once we die our pretty things will just be a dead man's stuff and it can be sold to strangers in one weekend. We spend a life time collecting and it only takes one weekend to liquidate. It really puts things into perspective for me.