Life is … a treasure wrapped and sustained by these three.
One: pure love.
Love that heals every sore, never relenting in its quest to vanquish darkness within and without.
Thus, at times hurting the giver and the receiver as it stretches them both.
Love stays beyond the waning thrones of passion, beyond the clouds of happy moments, to the dark nights of exposed inner skeletons and twisted guts.
Two: pure confidence.
Confidence that stoops to learn: never projecting itself above another, not ashamed to fail or stand out.
Thus, leaving the owner vulnerable to ridicule.
Confidence that says I rather fail for all I believe than for all you think I should belief. I rather admit that I am weak than strong with a quivering self-esteem.
Three: pure honesty.
Honesty that delves into every crevice of the mind exposing true self: fears and dreams alike, ready to acknowledge sprouting roots of discord.
Thus, it does not contemplate deceit.
Honesty that understands that a single lie like an unchecked wildfire can ravage paths to new beginnings, lead us through unnecessary mazes, destroy the sanctity of all we hold dear.
Life is … a treasure ravaged or destroyed
By a lack of or a misconstrued version of these three.
Hi there, thank you for stopping by today. This is the 21st edition of my ‘life is’ series where I try to relate life to different things in society. Would love to hear your thoughts on life is … a treasure.