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A Clean House


TL;DR: Mess is all we make.


Cleaning is one of the hardest things I have ever done.


Because I do not know what is considered clean.

As someone who understands the concept of microbiology the way a farmer knows their fields, I don't know what is considered good enough.

Don't get me wrong, I'm definitely not the cleanest person in the world.

I mean, in fact, I'm probably the messiest person in the world.

For when you understand that nothing is ever truly clean, why bother?

Just kidding.

But really though, there is something to appreciate about a house that looks like someone lives there.

There is something to appreciate about a clean home, sure, but that's not reality.

Things can't always be clean, pristine, and glossy with a nice sheen.

Sometimes you have to live a little.

I'm not saying make a mess insomuch as rotting in your own filth.

I'm saying that perhaps the messes we see are just a consequence of life.

Well, duh.