When I started to declutter my place, I didn’t have too much trouble discarding items. I do love the feeling afterwards.
The only things that I couldn’t throw away are those that are associated with my “family” and “friends”: “I couldn’t throw away this plushy because it was given to me by my mum when I was 12, and not that book either, it’s from my dear friend from the States.”
But when I thought about it carefully, there is to be a funny gap between:
keeping these items because of its “value” (“because it’s from my mum!”)
and
the things that I do that give “value” to relate to these people