Is it worth the space?

Someone has rightly said "we don't remember the days but we remember the moments". We remember those times we enjoyed with friends, the times when we had a good family get together dinner, holding your partners hand and walking on the beach.
These memories are buried in some corner of our hearts. They come onto the surface when one sits and broods of the times gone by. You miss those good times when your present is going through a rough patch. To think of your struggles, the battle you fought when you reach a certain milestone in your life.
Some people take it to the next step. They collect artifacts that remind them of those times.

As I was packing my stuff to relocate, I found my pandoras box. I collect tickets of movies, stage shows, concerts, football tennis games that I had been to and enjoyed. Bills from restaurants I have dined at. Behind it I would write the names of people I went with. Each ticket has its own story, has its own incident and memory attached to it. When I look at the Davenport v/s Sharapova match ticket, it narrates how we were sun burnt watching the game. The ticket for the hindi movie "Taal" from 1999 reminds me how we landed for the wrong show (Read here).

And now as I see this bag, I realize I have only touched it over the years to simply add to the collection. I haven't had a chance to enjoy its worth. Haven't got the time, to sit back and remember those times. It makes me question myself, if it is worth the effort and the space. I am not doing it so that I can get my thrills when I am sixty nor do I want to store them for my grandchildren to learn about the fun times in my life.

But in today's world, do we have time for ourselves? Do we get the time to look back at the days gone by without worrying of the days yet to come.
To quote William Henry Davies from the poem Leisure (learnt this poem in high school)
"What is life if, full of care,We have no time to stand and stare."

I don't...Do you?