I think life must like you a lot. You’re alive. Life pumps your heart, and breathes your lungs. It does both while you’re awake or sleeping. How much must life like you to do that?
No matter what you’ve done, or what you’re doing, or what you’re planning on doing, life keeps your light on. That’s a sign that life thinks your great.
I like you too. Whether you declutter or not. I may never meet you, but I like that you exist.