Find your treasure. Do it young, when you can find it instinctively, like a heat-seeking missile, no questions asked. At a time when you do not yet second guess yourself, a time limited only by the endlessness of possibilities.
If you lose it, and you probably will, isn't that what youth is also about, wait a few years before you go looking for it again, try out a few more things. Make reasonable decisions, live life in your mind and in the world constructed around all your reasoned choices.
Then remember what you're missing and find it again. But before you do, think about what that treasure really is. What you really want to do with it.
Will you open it, dig your fingers in deep and let its wealth cover your hands?
Or will you turn it into a picture so you can frame it and make it fit into your life - hang it over your lovely fireplace?
If that is your choice, you'll paint the frame blue. The blue of forget-me-nots. A silent and painful nod to what you allowed yourself to lose.