My dad would always tell me to clean my room as I was younger, and still to this day. I never would agree with him saying i needed to clean my room. I always thought that it was MY room and he would never see it, so why would it matter? I still think that's true a bit now;) In response he would preach, "a dirty room mean's a dirty life". I know a little cheesy, but it made me stop, and think for a bit.
Why would I want to have a dirty life? I thought it would be embarrassing when you have friends over, and you room is dirty. It makes you look like you don't care about your things at all. Recently, I've started to keep my room cleaner, for longer. I figured its easier to put things away instantly, rather than throwing it on a chair or on the floor and have it pile up over time. Which ends up leading to a bigger cleaning session in the end. As a result, my life is now clean:)
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