I think of people I’ve lost when I think of treasures lost. Lives that have touched my own in some way.
Along those lines, I think of time. Some of those precious people gave me the treasure of their time.
I think about time as a treasure lost, how I often long to spend just another minute talking to a loved that has passed on or I wish I had been more present in a conversation with someone in which we never knew would be the last. The treasure of time can often be lost when I don’t reflect and revel in the present, taking it in and pausing. Rather I move quickly to that next thing.
While time is a treasure, it is the most valuable of riches that we spend too freely, take for granted, can never get back, and never have enough.
A front porch view 