Invaluable riddle

Times have altered, seasons change,

Shadows lurk and cause the mind to derange,

Storm to stir, grey terror to fall,

Blocking passage through the unyielding wall,

Endurance built, character strong,

The mind would dream of where it should belong,

Light in the midst of darkness, dwelling in the sky,

Where destiny would send it’s sound reply,

It is a type currency, so rare in number to trade,

It can be bought through simple transactions, forged, or even made,

So much of it is available, yet so few are willing to part,

Where this treasure is, so will it also remain in the heart,

It’s spread through simple gestures, seen throughout the day,

It is talked about in conversation, many would surely say,

It binds as a lifeline in tribulation, it’s a solid, yet frail rope,

It secures our dreams and destinies as we climb the mountain slope.

What, am I?

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