What is the shape of your treasure?

Once upon a time, there was a king who loved his horse very much. "It's my treasure, my everything." he said and would never let anyone go near the horse. He cleaned the horse himself, with the water from the wishing well and fed the horse with strawberries from far far away land. He never know when did the little princess learn how to talk and when was the first time she falled. One day the horse died. The king was very sad and found himself empty. He suddenly remembered his wife and daughter whom he didn't hug for a long time. He stood up and walked towards the princess's room. It was empty. Spider webs and dusts, covering the whole room. He realised that his daugther was gone. The king lost his horse. He lost his treasure. He lost all his treasures.

I always thought my tears are precious. I don't like to let them drop, not in front of anyone, not when I'm alone. Shedding tears makes me feel weak yet I want to be strong. Tears are precious. Crying won't cure. And then someone told me, I'm nothing without all the super big smiles and crazy fancy laughters. I am nothing without smiling. I found my new treasure. My smiles are precious. A thank you makes me smile. A sorry makes me smile. A hello makes me smile. An eye contact makes me smile. A wondeful ending of movie or storybook makes me smile.

Memory is our treasure. We will loss our memories one day. We won't remember anything. We won't smile anymore because everything become blur. They don't smile anymore because we are too forgetful. So memory is our treasure. Some times later, someone will invent a memory keeper. Will you keep your memories into a machine? May this blog become our memory. Saving things and thoughts we had.

Being alive is our treasure. Being alive let us think. Why would an old man remember things that happen 50 years ago but not this morning? Why are make-up and perfume stalls always near the entrance of a shopping centre? Being alive make us appreciate. Appreciate what our parents did for us, what the world did for us.

What is the shape of your treasure? Mine is a shape of a heart.