The treasure chest as some may call it is believed to hold as the name implies; a treasure. We spend our whole life hunting down this chest, searching for it in everything that we see, wishfully thinking that it can save us and our miseries. It’s pure is it not, or maybe it’s just the concept that’s pure but the real contents within is imperfect and cruel and hurtful. You spend so much time and effort placing your life into the pursuit of this treasure that once you find it, you give a part of yourself to it and thus become consumed by it.
You allow your emotional wellbeing to become controlled by the state of this treasure, giving it the power to shift and shape your life, your heart and your soul. By the time you’ve given yourself to this “treasure”, you’re drowning and too far from the surface.
I’m really not sure if I want this treasure anymore.