Treasures in thought

Treasures come in two varieties - those that you can hold and touch, buy and sell, and those that you can think of and memorize, mull and replay.  I know that a lot of people put stock in the physical type.  Their value can bring an appraised price, something tangible.  But I put stock in the cognitive type.  Their value is personally appraised, something in the deep recesses of the mind.

Treasures of this second type are always available and their replay seems, like wine, to taste more robust with every swish across the palate.  I have a very special set of them that are placed in vintage bottles.  I bring them out for tasting when life needs more vitality.  They're not just empty scenes that flash across the monitor of the mind.  They have life, sounds, laughter, silences, touches, and vibrance.  They derive from a voice, a face, a time of day. They immediately bring a spring to each step, a reason for living.

Their value cannot be appraised for there is not currency enough to buy, sell, or trade even one of these treasures.  They can be embodied in songs or captured in movies.  Books and poems can represent the feelings created by them.  They provide the flames I want to live beside in life, as in Dierks Bentley's song Feel That Fire and the inspiration I need to live fully as in Blind Side, the movie.

These treasures in thought cast a more radiant glow on life than the brilliance of the sun on Earth!