The Dilemma of Worth

I've never been one for lists. And I've never been one to consider such a line of thinking, either. But given a moment and a smidgeon of reflection, I imagine the 6th most loved thing I hold dear would be my memories. Though I've lived a trouble-free childhood, and have little to complain about in that regard, Recent events have presented me with more emotional pain and confusion than I care to endure. When such experiences can come to make one question themselves for all that they are, in personality, worth, etc., well, frankly, I would be overjoyed to be free of them. Truly, take them, if you would, kindly. Though the pain of the present will be nothing soon enough, I would rather erase the pains and the pleasures of remembrance altogether if it meant, in a most ironic sense, a long-lost clarity of the mind and the self.