trees, hunting for it.The first solo year of mine, opening the Jin Bao once again revealed a great amount of
nothingness, with disappointment refilling my heart. Solo year 2 though was different; I found that the
inside of the envelope was a beautiful, shiny, reflective gold material, which reflected my face when I
stared into it.
I awoke from my daydream, realising that the reflective mood it had left me in was, perhaps, the answer to
my quest for the missingWarriors.There was a clear connection between theWarriors and the Jin Bao,
how my curiosity for curiosity had actually, now that I considered it, been not just the happiest days of my
life, but had come to define my life. It made me realize that the Jin Bao, and the missingWarriors were a
metaphor for life itself. If you always hunt for what you don’t have, you will always be disappointed, left
empty-handed.Treasures, fortunes, experiences, call them what you will, surround us daily.All you need
do is step outside, to be in the world.
I stand up. I raise my hand, grabbing the front doorknob tight, a little nervous to open it, to walk back into
the sunlight, with this newfound knowledge.With a deep breath, I get my courage and swung open the
door.The sunlight shrinks my pupils, forcing me to narrow my eyes.The sun’s rays fall on my cheeks,
warming them.As my eyesight readjusts, I see brilliant blues skies, beneath which trees dance with the
wind, and dog walkers jog with their dogs. I stare at all these people.Who knew that the missing
Warriors were here all along?
