One's own self is well hidden from one's own self;
of all mines of treasure, one's own is the last to be dug up.
I was CEO of the neighborhood treasure hunt as a young girl, and I took my job very seriously. I spent hours upon hours creating what I thought sure to be clever limericks that acted as abstract clues leading the seekers to amazing prizes. Okay, maybe the prizes weren’t all that amazing--might have been a tiger’s eye marble, macramé friendship bracelet, or two inch Gumby, but these things became valued acquisitions to those lucky enough to decipher the rhyming clues and reach them first. Don’t we always revere most the things we’ve had to dig deepest to discover?
If Nietzsche is correct in claiming that one’s own treasure is the most hidden and the last to be dug up, where do we find the clues? While I’ve long understood that authentic treasure lies only within oneself, navigating the murky interior can be tricky and often feel impenetrable. It’s incredibly difficult, if not impossible, to do this unassisted. What I’m slowly learning, is that while this truly is an inside job, treasure maps exist in all sorts of forms, including fellow seekers. Sometimes it takes another being to recognize the tiny flicker they see in us as the treasure it really is. If we’re really fortunate they might even be able to fan that little ember in such a way that the flame grows bright enough to get our attention and call us towards it.
The coolest thing is that helping another identify and locate their inner treasure isn’t just being altruistic…..it lifts us to a higher realm as a collective whole. If more and more people were able to discover their own true nature and hence their personal treasure, there would be no need to scrape and fight over those inconsequential things we previously thought were so important.
Besides, treasure hunts are fun.