One day we walk out of this life without anything, no possessions, no wealth and no good looks. We might wear an outfit, wear a special pendant, hold letters or photos but those things will remain here with our bodies, they will be of no use in the hereafter. The soul that leaves this life does so without anything to accompany it on its journey.

Look around now and consider how valuable those possessions are, the house, the car, the job. I don’t know where we go after this life, but do know we arrive there with nothing. We can’t buy our way in, can’t flash a gold card, call on our friends or do that secret handshake. It will just be the true essence of self because the body and those things we clutched onto in the coffin will have disappeared.

When I die I  want to be able say I did my best, I forgot myself initially I but spent a long time trying to find myself. I want to think I will have been kind enough, loving enough, honest and trustworthy enough but I suppose in the end that depends on now, what I do with the time I have left.

I’m surrounded by possessions, memories most of them. I find it really hard to let go of things. Some stored away safely, no good to anyone, boxed or in the loft. I’m aware that the things I stash might be of good use to those in need, I really must let go of what I’m not using.

When we rid ourselves of our attachments, those things that hold us in one place, to a certain way of life we grow, that’s we find ourselves amongst the clutter.

You might have guessed I’m preparing myself for a big sort out!