Finding glimmers in it all
...but is all that glitters really gold? ⊹ ࣪ ˖
If all the tears I’ve ever shed were collected in jars, I could pour them out into my bedroom and float around in my pool forever.
If I had a flower for every time I felt sorrow and disappointment, I could walk through my garden for a lifetime. Maybe even sit and have a cup of tea and a pastry.
If a seed was planted for every time I had to let go when I didn’t want to, I’d never go hungry. I’d always have fruits and veggies to harvest.
If I had a dollar for every time something didn’t go the way I had hoped, I could pay off my student loans and buy myself my dream cottage and buggy.
If every time my heart broke in the tiniest of ways, bit by bit, and stories were written, I’d never run out of books to read and characters to fall in love with.
If I had a slice of cake for every time someone wrongly judged and misperceived me, my sweet tooth would never go unsatisfied.
If I had a new item of clothing or pair of shoes for every time I had to mask a feeling, I’d never run out of things to wear.
If I had a new piece of jewelry for every time I’ve given gifts and pieces of me, just for the recipient to become a stranger, I’d be covered in sparkling, sentimental jewels.
If I let every emotion become a muse, I’d never run out of things to write, draw, or paint about. And maybe, I’d finally become a full-time artist.
The tears don’t show that I’m weak or completely broken, they show that I’m alive, I’m real, and I’m mending. Every glimmer that sparkles in the pool of diamonds is a reminder of the silver linings.
The growing pains are just proof that I feel deeply. Because if not deeply, then nothing at all. There is no in between. The thriving garden shows that I have loved and lost and loved and lost again and again. But love always comes back in a new form—as a new flower, as a new plant, as a new friend.
The money would become my safety net and I’d give myself everything I ever wanted. I’d never have to ask or rely on anyone for anything ever again. I’d finally have the walk-through private home library I always imagined. And I’d never feel truly lost, because I’d find my way out and through every story.
The piled up clothes, and shoes, and accessories would fill up the walk-in closet I’ve always dreamed of. Packed with the prettiest, unique wearables and locked drawers full of treasures and tiaras.
The abundance of cakes would give me an excuse—that push—to finally open the coffee shop, that’s also a flower shop, that’s also a bakery (and I’d learn how to make sourdough). The never-ending muses would give life to all the artworks that would fill every inch of the gallery I’ve always envisioned curating.
If I collected and held onto all of this stuff forever, I wouldn’t be crushed under its weight—I’d be liberated. I’d be free. I’d choose me. I’d become a living archive of everything I’ve ever loved and lost. There’d be no more silent crying next to the ones I loved but could never meet me where I wanted to go. I would’ve gotten there alone by myself.
Every misaligned loss would become another way I feel lighter. Every tear shed would turn into diamonds in front of me and I would sparkle forever. ⊹ ࣪ ˖
But then I think, what would this life be, if I had no one to share it all with?
Would I still see it all as diamonds, and jewels, and gold, and glitter?
Maybe it’s true after all, that all that glitters is not gold.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧
“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.”
— J.R.R. Tolkien
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧
A Modern Paradox:
“My Favorite Things” vs. “7 Rings”
the sentiment behind these two songs: finding happiness in the natural world versus finding happiness in the material world. seeking everyday, ordinary wonders versus indulging in worldly possessions. both are coping mechanisms. both have their place.
𝜗𝜚 which one are you? 𝜗𝜚
𝜗𝜚 i think i am a bit of both 𝜗𝜚
if i had Ariana’s wealth, i’d also buy my 6 closest friends diamond rings—but i am far from rich and i do not have 6 girl besties. so today and everyday, i’m usually Maria. finding joy and beauty in the simple things and especially within nature. although, my desire for all the glitzy, glimmery things still remain.
can a girl have it all?
*all images in this article are sourced from pinterest*
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Oooooo yes please!!!! Transmuting my tears into diamonds from now on.💙💙 I just envision myself singing” if I was a rich girl” and dancing my tears into treasure.
yes a girl really can have it all😍 i loved this!!! as always