Because everything beautiful has to start somewhere. Uncultured, uncultivated, unpolished. In the rawest form, waiting to be sculpted. Created under intense heat and pressure, able to withstand. Strong. Incredibly strong. Glimmering, shining, twinkling, but nowhere near it’s full potential. Rough edges, a little dirty, a little murky. The beauty lies underneath, just waiting for the right hands to uncover it. Turn it in the light and see all of the colors within, a bit dull right now, but still displaying hints of beauty within beauty. Every angle showing something slightly different than the last. Causing awe and appreciation and sometimes envy, feel it captivate you as you gaze into the heart of it, trying to discover it’s secret.