Treasure I treasure my dreams. I treasure my imagination, my vision, my thoughts of the future, the past, and the present. I treasure that I can dream of being Spider-man, even though it cannot possibly happen. I can dream of flying, fighting, risking it all, being tough, being free, running for miles without tiring, discovering new places, being inside the movies, being a rock star, a writer, an actress, and an astronaut. Without my dreams I would die. My dreams make me who I am. The dream of being a super-hero will never come true, and yet… It gives me enough courage to do what is right. I do not have the guts to “risk it all”, and yet, that dream gives me the strength to get close, and risk being hurt. My dreams allow me to be me. If I truly, logically, think about how insignificant I am, and how much I really cannot do, I want to crawl into a cave and die. If I ignore my frailties, and dream of being more than I am, I can feign importance, and come out of my shell and risk and gain. My dreams also let me see a future where others are uncertain there is one. Death to me is not an ending but a beginning. I do not think of heaven as some misty, ethereal landscape, constantly changing and never really there. I see heaven. I know what it looks like, and though I’m sure that my dreams are lacking, yet… even if they are, I know that the truth will be better than I can imagine. My dreams give me hope. They give me life where there is depression, light in darkness, and strength in adversity. Dreams are not damaged by life. No one can steal them, hurt them, or change them. They are mine forever. Even if none of my dreams come true, I will still feel the joy in dreaming. I am logical enough to know you cannot ignore life, but I am also wise enough to know that you cannot ignore your dreams and expect to live your life. Without dreams there would be no happiness, no joy, no fun, no future, no life. Dreams, to me, are the ultimate treasure here on Earth. For without hope, what is life, and without dreams, where is hope?