Treasure box

The passage I am going to write has been lying around for quite sometime.. I am still looking for a way to post it out in its original format... anyhow, here we go.

The story begins like that.

Since you give birth to Earth, you come with a "treaure box", but no one, except yourself can see it. It is empty, hollow. But since then, you start putting in things you treasure into it.

You start out to be happy, very happy I would say. When the first "item" goes into your treaure box -- no matter what it is -- but you will remember for the rest of your life.

Indeed, your happiness varies as time goes by, as the treasure box begins to fill up with items. It goes up to an extent that you start to forget about thing. Yet, you keep on hunting for your treasure, wishing to recapture the happiness you once own in your childhood. You thought the more you possess, the closer you could get reach to.

And you get so much that your treasure box is running out of space and you are in panic as what is happening is just the other way round -- you feel the emptiness, surrounding all around you. You try to get around it by grabbing even more, no matter what it is, wishing to fill in what you think you are lacking of.

Until one day, you realize you CAN take the thing out of your treasure box, giving it to someone who need it.

Your once jam packed treasure box starts emptying, getting back to what it once was. You keep hunting for your treasure but in turn, you share it with someone else and you feel rejuvenile -- everything looks new and exciting, in the way you see thing when you are younger.