When I was a kid I truly believed that I was the richest girl in the world because I had a treasure chest full of gold. My foot locker had serious bling-age. Eye blinding sparkly goodness.
I was happy rummaging through my pieces of gold, emeralds and amethyst. I had even found a few precious white rocks from the gravel that I was convinced would turn into beautiful stones with time.
I was happy. I had my sparkle. But I didn't know that my precious gold and gems were merely polished rocks with a slight glimmer.
I spent a lot of my life happy with a little glimmer. I found the boys who would glimmered just a little, the friends with glimmer and the church with glimmer.
But that's all it was- a little glimmer.
The first diamond I have ever owned was given to me by Hubs. I still get lost in the sparkle and shine like I did as a child admiring my polished 'jewels'. Except I know that this is costly. This is real.
This life I live is real. The choices I make are real.
No more fools gold for me. No more imitations. I am no longer searching for more fool's gold.
Friday, April 3, 2009
Searching for Fool's Gold.
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3 comments:
I like the way you said that.
Great post.
Very sweet =)
.... I may have teared a little.
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