What happens to things? Not large things like a house, but the small things.
The favorite blanket you notice in a 5 year old photograph that seems like yesterday, but you now realize you have not seen that blanket for years. The toy you just had to have, so certain that you would never need another. Where is it now? What happens to things? Through all these things, anxiety stays. Panic and worry stay as well. We lose so many other things, but these items stay. Would it not be nice to lose those items and keep the rest?