Not sure you realize this, that I’m a diamond. A diamond, when discovered, is shined and cherished. It is often set in gold.
But until it’s discovered it’s buried deep in dirt. I suppose the dirt protects it but it is definitely not a place of honour. Sometimes it is discovered but still not loved properly, either because the person already has lots of diamonds so one more, as beautiful as it may be, doesn’t seem important to him. Otherwise, he just doesn’t understand the worth of a diamond. Or, where he is from, diamonds aren’t considered precious.
So, that’s me. I’m in the dirt or owned by someone who doesn’t get how precious I am. I can just hope that one day I will be discovered for the gem that I am.