Arta (English)
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What in your view deserves to be considered a treasure? Everyone has their own understanding of treasures that they think are priceless. While some people glorify money and material wealth, there are others who are willing to pay a high price for a piece of information. Some other individuals may feel, whether they realize it or not, it is their loved ones that they need to protect life or death.
People are willing to work hard and try to get their possessions. Humans will not feel safe if their property is disturbed. On the other hand, in order to get wealth, some people can go to extremes, whether it's just looking for legal loopholes, stealing, looting, and even killing other humans. In fact, wealth is the driving force of every living thing, the force that has even driven the evolutionary process since the first single-celled creatures appeared in this universe.
So, what do you call a treasure, and how hard are you willing to work to acquire and maintain it?
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