I have been getting rid of my stuff for about a year and a half. The punishment for hoarding material goods was having to get rid of them. Sometimes that was painful (think of your favorite toys). The situation is analogous to a dying person, leaving and having to let go of their 'stuff'.... except I have been doing this in my 30s. I am grateful for it, for it taught me that I need little, if anything, in terms of tangible material goods in order to be happy.
"...what a nightmare it was thinking I needed all those things for happiness..."
To be perfectly honest, while my attachment to 'stuff' has drastically decreased, I have not overcome my attachment to money... or more exactly to comforts it provides... but I am on the way. :)
Photo credit: "For He Had Great Possessions"
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