Attachment is the defining characteristic of the human soul. Disturbances in this are, by our nature, violent to what we are. They break us, make us sharp around the edges, until the edges are ground down smooth by time, or by chaotic churning; until they don't have teeth to cut through flesh anymore, but don't fit together, with the other broken bits, either.
May you and I simplify our moral lives and act to the best of our judgement with full vulnerability and integrity to this precious essence of humanness. Perhaps in the oven of our collective broken bits we can be made into something fragile and elegant that will hold water once again. We will never be the same. But we may be something.