treasure found within

After searching in dozens of different destinations around the world – burning many fossil fuels and causing much pollution in the process – and sampling alike of legal and illegal pursuits, 35 year-old former do-nothing Juan Pablo thinks to have found his treasure in the last place he would have thought to look – within himself. Barely escaping South Asia with his sanity intact and spending a month's worth of rent money on a single Teutonic whore, this once-proud person of now meager overall worth has finally begun to disassociate his Happiness from the tenuous grasp of the outer, waking world.

“It is fascinating to discover at the center of my being a pit of calm, to cherish and nurture its fragile potency, and to reshape my psyche around a core of abiding love for that-which-cannot-be-named,” the avid bicyclist said after we had prodded, goaded, and begged him to speak. “May I fetch anyone another glass of water?” Moving about his hunting-shack's kitchen with calm and steady purpose, Mr. Pablo shared richly of his cool, pure well-water, urging us to hydrate aggressively so as to combat the intense heat of these high summer days. His task done, he perched himself on the least-plush seat available, hovering in apparent readiness to serve us further.

Upon closer inspection, we found that Juan Pablo seems to only use certain parts of the small house he owns with his siblings, eschewing most areas so as to keep them clean, for guests. Furthermore, it appears that he bicycles nearly everywhere he goes, that the house is not wired for television, and that he avoids gasoline-powered tools when maintaining the grounds, using a muscle-powered mower and a hand-held weed trimmer, instead. As it was nearly impossible to get the man to speak, this news team left after going on a nice tour of the property, which includes a sizable patch of bamboo and acres of overgrown woods. It remains unclear whether we shall visit Mr. Pablo at his house again, although each of us experienced feelings of sudden joy and buoyant lightheartedness – feelings that seemed to well up from deep, as-yet-unplumbed inner depths – for days afterward.

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