the ritual begins

There is a human tendency to collect things as we live life and then we preserve them and forget about them, most of these we dont even use them but we just have them as we are worried about losing them. But moving out of a house acts like a cleansing process about our worldly goods while we clean the cobwebs we also mentally make note of things to keep and things to trash. I wish we could do the same with our lives and our minds have a fixed ritual where by you clean it of all negative thoughts and bad memories and keep only the good ones. I guess thats what breaks are for? Somehow my mind wants a break every alternate day is something wrong with it?