Where's my treasure

mystic
JUNE 19, 2024

When we enter this world, we receive hints, as if every individual has a ledger for their debts and entitlements. Yet, the true measure of what one deserves is not inscribed on rocks or whispered by the winds. Rather a silent pact between existence and purpose.

These whispers ask of not what the earth owes, but what one offers in return. Like a cure for an ailment, an advancement of some sort, or simple acts of kindness that ignite the mundane.

As each of us takes our first breath, the world holds its breath too, in anticipation. It does not account for resources for the taking, but rather eagerly awaits contributions or changes for the better. Whether through grand acts that alter the course of humanity, or quiet gestures that raise the tides of justice.

In return, the earth grants tools and solutions, revealing them with each step toward one's contribution, throughout the journey.

Each life bears potential gifts for the earth.

The treasure is ever present, a given, whose key awaits you.