The Greatest Hobby

I’m not the first person, nor shall I be the last, who owns a collection of items. Since my innocence, I started collecting various precious metals. Collecting rocks became my greatest hobby. I would see shiny rocks on the ground and quickly stuff them into my pockets until my pants became so heavy I'd have to use one hand to hold onto my pants, or they would have certainly fallen off. Soon, to my knowledge, I could not possible carry anymore. I found myself taking a rock out and thoroughly inspecting it and questioning as to whether or not I could part with it in order to make more room for my next found prize. With regret, by placing some of the rocks back onto the ground, I reminded myself ,"I will come back for you." Too often, I never saw those rocks again. Though at this time in my young life, if I had sought the advice of professionals concerning the value of my efforts in acquiring the worth of my collection, they would have had good hardy laugh and described to me their worthlessness.

I wonder if other humans ever stop and take enough time to actually see the mud glittering in the sun? I have. I have seen the glitter happen at the beach, at rivers and streams, and by the lake shores. I have seen the glitter every time the sun's rays mix with a few tears on the ground. With curiosity, I have even turned on the garden hose to try this grand experiment while wiggling the mud between my toes. I am pretty sure all the glitter experiments would happen anywhere around the world.

As the hourglass continues to Trickle "dust in the wind," from my youth to the present day, I have learned that all rocks are not indestructible. Ever since my early age, and having the foolishness of a child, I come to the understanding in anguish "Oh, why is wisdom given to the old?" A wise man will build his house with his rocks. He will keep them close to his heart. "For the home is where the heart it." The foolish man will be careless and will build his support but will tragically witness the river of tears wash away the precious glitters. Enduring the tempest storms, placed in sun's refinery oven, and under the pressures of life, some rocks have broken under vast stress. The oldest of my collections have been through a lot. Still, in even every unique stages of life I am gaining a solid foundation one clay brick at a time.

But through the process of life's erosion, as the seasons dance from fire to ice, from the happiness to forgiving cries, there has been long and hard unexpected new discovery. A wonderful and exciting new discovery! Yesterday, I had sparklingly muddy rocks. But today, I’ve discovered they are sparklingly precious diamonds. Euphoria!