A Pearl’s Story

I was born in the deep sea.

It was a silent and vast world, where the tides murmured and the currents surged. One day, a tiny grain of sand entered my body. It brought pain, but also change. To resist that sting, I wrapped myself around it layer by layer, using my gentlest luster to slowly smooth the wound. Time has accumulated on me, bitterness has become smooth and rounded, and patience has solidified into radiance.

In the long darkness, I never saw the sunlight, yet I always believed in its existence. The sea gently rocked me, like the hand of time, silently sculpting my shape. I learned to wait, and I learned to be calm. There was no clamor, no praise, only the breath of the deep sea to keep me company.

Finally, one day, the seashell was gently opened. Dazzling light pierced my world, and for the first time, I saw the color of the sky. In that moment, I understood that all the forbearance and tolerance were for this instant of blossoming.

I was placed on soft velvet, scrutinized closely. Some marveled at my luster, some praised my smoothness, but few knew that my beauty stemmed from past pain. I wasn’t born perfect, but rather learned gentleness through the trials of time.

Later, I was set on a necklace, accompanying a vow; or hung around the neck, close to a beating heart. Wherever I am, I shine quietly, unassuming, yet steadfast.

People say pearls symbolize purity and elegance. But I know that what I truly symbolize is inclusiveness, resilience, and the courage to transform harm into light.

If you gaze upon me, please remember—every gentle luster has weathered storms; every perfect moment stems from unseen effort.

I am a pearl.

Born in the deep sea, shaped by time, and shining in the world.