Facets

Every now and then, we take a heavy pounding from life’s struggle to survive. We are overwhelmed with problems, natural or otherwise. And surprisingly, after countless centuries of battling the odds, we still survive.

I come to realize that humans are like precious stones. The more pressure you put on them, the tougher they get. Every wedge driven into their moral fiber creates a feature that slowly brings out the best in them. And with time, little by little, they evolve into a new form, patiently waiting for the next strike, unmindful how strong the next blow will be, how big the next chunk of their life is going to break away.

And in the end, they sparkle proudly showing off the shiny, polished facets that used to be the bleeding wounds they endured to become the resilient persons they are now.

After all, the diamond is a piece of coal that performed well under pressure.