Everything you care about, maybe with the exception of people, is just garbage to most other people. When you die your treasures will be thrown away.

I look around at the things I have in this little space, books, buttons, tea cups and saucers, and so many other things I've kept over my life. Things that matter to me for one reason or another. I know none of them will outlast me. After me, no one will care about any of it. That's sad. For me.

How far down that hole will you go? Eventually does anything matter at all? What keeps you from giving up?