I think it's depressing how attached we as people get to material things. We horde and store objects like they're loved ones or cherished memories. The biggest problem is that we can't help it. I love my things (at least most of them) and have trouble letting anything go because it either reminds me of something or I'm sure that I'll get to it in the future and when I do life will be better forever.
It's depressing and the fact that it's depressing is even more depressing.
Every time I feel like my apartment is cluttered and over stuffed with possessions I just want to fit as much as I can, of what I want to keep, into a suitcase.
Sell the rest.
Hike into the wilderness.
Build a house (a treehouse would be cool).
And live there, away from it all, until I die.