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4.10.2013

Diamonds

It’s often puzzling to me how many people in this world are enamored by diamonds and other sparkling things; how some of these people find it perfectly reasonable to spend thousands of dollars for something so tiny and so easily reproduced (aesthetically) in a plastics shop. I’m starting to realize that this is because diamonds – real diamonds are so rare. So much sacrifice and war and torture go into finding them, cutting them, and eventually placing them on a velvet display mount in Tiffany’s. Taking this logic into consideration, how can it be that so much of us dislike ourselves? Even detest ourselves?

Fate of birth is tricky and at times unfair, but the sheer probability of being here is one of the tiniest numbers in the Universe. We’re rarer than diamonds a million times over, yet we often do not see this, instead choosing to focus on our faulty natures. Whether we didn’t get that promotion, or we’re late on payments of some sort, or we got a low grade or a telling off from a superior. We beat ourselves up and it’s lauded. Because of this, it’s nearly impossible to show self-love in this world. For the moment it occurs publically, people are called “vain” or “narcissistic”. So rare are we to love ourselves that the moment we show our wonder to the world, others can’t help but push it back down into our very depths. Essentially, in a world where rarities of beauty are esteemed, even diamonds are more loved than humans. Not lovers or friends or family, but more often than not, ourselves.

If you look around you, there is nobody who is like you. (Nope, not even if you are an identical twin.) You can search the world over and you will never find anyone who is exactly like you. Yet, look at the next three married women you pass on the street and see if you can tell the difference between the glistening rocks on their ring fingers. Can you identify the cut? Tell me how many carats it is? Can you even tell if it’s real? Perhaps she’s just wearing it so men won’t bother her when she’s just trying to read a book on the train. You probably won’t be able to see that big of a difference in symbols that adoring significant others paid such a hefty price for.

Now, don’t get me wrong. This is not a commentary on consumerism, but rather the things in which we place the most value on, or at least seem to. Diamonds cannot read you a story, nor can they kiss you. Louboutins – no matter how long you’ve been maintaining that red sole cannot dance with you or argue with you. Also, I’m quite sure that that latest gadget you waited for eighteen hours to buy outside of the Apple store cannot hug you or invite you over. And for some, that may be the perfect life. But should they be so prized, so loved and so valued while most of us can’t even look in the mirror at ourselves without internally cursing something that we could never control in a million years?

There’s us. Just us. And there’s nobody in the world that can fit beside us like a perfect puzzle piece. We are so rare; so hard to find, so hard to perfect, and yet, so hard to love. We are so seemingly imperfect in our own eyes. The probability of being in this world is slim to none. The idea that if your great-great-great-great-great grandparents had never met (and thus, disrupted your entire familial chain), you wouldn’t be here is… a sobering one. And a lovely one, to say the least. Despite the hardships of life, if we weren’t here, we wouldn’t also be able to experience love or a sunset or a warm breeze. None of it would be felt.

Love should be given freely to ourselves, no matter how hard it seems. We’re not diamonds or Louboutins, or the new iPhone, we’re rarer. And so much more shiny.

And that is amazing and worth loving.

16 comments:

  1. High five for starting a blog, girl. You write beautifully and you definitely have thoughts worth sharing!

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  2. Wow, what a blinding beginning post! So true, but good to reminded too.

    When my mum passed away about 18 months ago, it became very clear that people are the most important things. Just having folks to talk to, spend time with, be there etc. was everything.

    He aha te mea nui?
    He tangata.
    He tangata.
    He tangata.

    What is the most important thing? It is people, it is people, it is people.

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  3. You're pretty wise for 17! A brilliant post, very enjoyable to read.

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  4. So glad you started a blog! I rarely keep up with blogs except for Already Pretty, and now I'll be keeping up with this one as well. :)

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  5. Read you on Already Pretty and so excited to see your blog. What a debut! Your piece is as priceless as you.

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  6. Nichole, it very, very rare that a post will bring me to tears, but this one did, How very beautifully written. I look forward to reading more of your outstanding writing, Girl, you are so special! I am so glad you decided to start writing a blog and that I am lucky enough to be able to read it.

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  7. Excellent writing: here is another interesting thought: Diamonds are not rare, they are simply a controlled market with distribution managed by a very small number of companies (ie DeBeers) so then what do you have: people who highly value something the value of which is entirely manipulated. Would people admire them so much if everyone had them? Is there intrinsic beauty there? And then, indeed, ask why value anything more than each other!

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  8. That's is pretty interesting. I never thought about it like that.

    N.

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  9. Congratulations on your blog, Nichole! Looking forward to following your writing. Thank you for sharing your fascinating ideas. You are wise far beyond your years.

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  10. Thanks for this post. It made me feel shiny!

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  11. Thank you so much for this beautiful post, and for being courageous and giving enough to share your voice with the world!

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  12. Thank you so much.

    But it's not courageous, just getting some random thoughts out there.

    N.

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  13. Thank you.

    I'm so very glad that you feel that way about my writing.

    N.

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