As I get older, I experience both anxiety around the idea of losing the things that have been reliable sources of comfort in the past, or the things I've constructed and allowed to define me, and a lemming-like desire to ditch everything and lose it all. When people had their houses flooded and lost all their personal memorabilia, I was a bit envious. And yet I can't throw all that crap out. I've thrown a lot of it out, but if you lost it in a flood you'd have to go, oh well, and accept it.
Responsibility, eh.