At Laguna Beach, while happily playing in the amber light in the waves, I noticed that the amber in my ring refused to play along. Like a pouty child, it sulked even in the brilliance of the sun; and stubbornly rejected even the gentlest ripples that flowed its way.
But I knew the softness and strength that it had to offer. And—when I truly believe in something, or someone—I can be as stubborn as the amber. So I refused to let it forget that it had so much inside.
I tumbled the amber in the sand, startled it awake with the tide, and watched as it breathed in the light. And suddenly—something inside it woke up and sparkled.
Which showed me—if we believe in ourselves when our lights are on dim? We can sparkle as brightly as the amber.