Treasure Trove Of Hope

I inherited from my father a treasure trove of hope. As I was in the twilight zone of content life I wanted to sell the jewel to someone who gave the highest price I wanted. After many had walked away, not buying at my quoted price, a sullen man readily purchased without bargaining bout. As he was leaving I asked him the reason why he purchased on my terms. He said he was under desperate pressure within a mental rut, riding the rollercoaster of hopeless life that he felt shatter and plummet to a despondent dark depth of agony, from where the gleam of the treasure, he hoped would light up the pathway to happiness.