I have a garage full of saved 'jewels'. Saved, 'just in case' I might need them.
And over the years, my hoard of 'useful stuff' has been invaluable.
However, as I've aged, my memory has diminished (slowly, gradually, unstoppable) to the point that I can't recall where my stuff has been stashed, nor even can I always recall what I actually have.
I dream that I will bequeath my Aladdin's Cave of jewels to my children and grandchildren. The reality is that they will park a dumpster in the driveway, into which they will toss everything...