Diamonds

If buying the biggest diamond in the world would solve my quest, I would. If it had a price tag, no matter how extravagant, I wouldn't hesitate to take my cheque book out .I would roam the streets barefoot if necessary.But diamonds come and end up sitting very prettily in my jewel case which is already loaded enough. And jewel cases are not like hearts, they are not made of some Lycra thing which allows them the necessary elasticity, but I could care less for all the jewels in the word. I want just one. The majority of diamonds are not flawless. But they still do the trick. And the majority of people are not diamonds either, and sometimes they are up to tricks. But if it's mischief, then that's OK. A mischievous spirit... that I can cope with. It's something far more ugly that I cannot handle. The world is not all wrong, nor was it intended to be. It's just that the wrong goes celebrated. No I am not a puritan, nor am I a pious woman. I just believe that there is still good around, that there are still some flawless diamonds around, and there are definitely some diamonds which are not flawless. But they're still diamonds. It's the intention, the hard work and the thought that goes behind a diamond's behaviour. But they're not coal, they're diamonds. And that works out just fine for me.