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I don’t really know how to approach this one. The word seems weirdly ambiguous even though it’s also quite simple word.
I mean what could it even mean though. Like there are things in this world I treasure, sure. I can’t deny that. But I don’t think those things have ever really been the kind of thing that I ever find myself drawing on in times of need or anything. Or ever.
They are like the silent heroes I guess. The things that I know are there but aren’t really ever at the foreground, because they just kind of run in the background. Kind of like a background task.
Maybe that is their purpose. To kind of silently fuel me.
They are a range of things.
I guess music works as a treasure in some ways. And sos does reading. Writing is a treasure. My favourite TV show. Or just a new TV show. Any kind of media really because when my fave YouTuber updates I feel some kind of way as well. Happy. Washing my hair. Doing my make up. Fresh bed sheets. Fresh PJs. A good night’s sleep (which feel so rare for me these days that it’s nice to get one). There are loads of tiny little things that I guess could be considered treasures but I never really think of as such and haven’t until just now.
It’s one of those words that could mean anything I guess because in some ways a treasure is a subjective thing. And that is what makes it kind of beautiful.
So even though I started this post kind of thinking that I didn’t have any treasures I have now since figured out that it’s what I make of it and actually I have quite a few that make me feel all warm and fuzzy without really thinking about it.
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