I wish I could put things in jars

I wish I could put things in jars. Like my defeat, unnecessary body fat, rejection, dreams of becoming a cardio-thoracic surgeon, hopeless fixations, jobs, my mom's cancer. I'd put every single one on separate jars, pour formalin on them, and stare. Just stare at how marvelous these things are, and how great it is that I can place them on different containers, and preserve them for later.