When I was little and people watching, I saw adults chase ‘things’.

They were busy, fast and occupied. Sometimes they looked angry, sometimes they looked sad, but mostly they moved with purpose and seemed hungry.

The adults chased money, money and ‘things’. They needed things, because it made them better.

When adults were better, they could get love. But first they had to be better. They couldn’t get love without being better – those were the rules.

Adults were taught (a long time ago by other adults), that being loved and giving love without ‘things’ wasn’t true.

Adults were taught that love happened when you had 'things' and only when life was high – full – rich and complete. They learned that love couldn’t happen without 'things' and when life was low – empty – without or incomplete...

So, with each generation of adults – they would strive to be better (but something unexpected happened along the way)…

One by one, like raindrops from clouds, people were falling into puddles of love. Chaotic, messy, dirty and unorganized love. They fell in love without the 'things' and when life was low - empty - without and incomplete!

Like rain, they fell hard and fast, slow and soft, wildly and unexpectedly. All of the rules passed down from generation to generation, started to come undone. A lesson re-learned, time after time - as if it were a secret...

But, some followed the rules strictly. They didn’t believe the chaos to be true. So, they left the ones who loved them, to chase the ‘things’ they needed, to make love real...

And they chased treasure - the best of all worldly things!

Many died hunting for it – others had a change of heart and returned home.

There was only who found it. One who strived for riches, jewels, a genie lamp and rubies…THAT, would qualify his love. THAT, would get him the love he deserved...

With weathered hands and sunburned skin, two long and tired arms reached into the depths of shovelled sand, revealing one gigantic old box…

He smiled with glee – crying with joy, as he wedged the big lid open.

In it, was just one very small, very old, ribbon-tied scroll.

He sat, aghast, leaning against a palm tree, tears in his eyes and blisters on his hands.

It read: ‘I will be treasure, if you see me as treasure...’

He laughed - he cried. He wailed!

And on his way home, he believed...he finally understood;

Treasure is only treasure – because we choose to treat it as such...

As love is love - because we choose to treat it as such...

'Things' only have as much value as what is given.

Never let 'things' get in the way of true treasure;

love.