the burden of another person's clutter

we finally decided to let go of our maid due to personal reasons.  i hadn't been inside her room for months because i respected her privacy.  and since she's finally out of our house, i was able to assess the condition of it.

aside from musty and moldy smell, i found out that our maid was a hoarder.  she kept all the things that i believed i had thrown away in the garbage pile long ago.  her collection, hidden in boxes under her bed and storage cabinet, were obviously beyond re-usable.  many of those were damaged home decors, broken shoes, rusty kitchenware, and multiples of random things.  i managed to get rid of at least half of her clutter today, but there are still tons of them that i have to deal with just to clear out her space.

i do, however, understand her situation because i was once a hoarder myself.  the thoughts of "i might use these stuff someday" or "i paid too much for these stuff" are the evils of decluttering.  our material possessions somehow have a control over us.

when a person dies or suddenly leaves, the burden of all the clutter he or she amassed are left for the living to take care of.  it is quite saddening because all the stuff we think that are extremely important and valuable to us are basically nothing when we die.  material things are just that - things.