I can't make pearls

Easy going. Those are two words I think most people that know me, would use to describe me. I don't ever worry about too much, I'm quick to laugh and slow to become annoyed or irritated about anything. Unless of course, it's something I feel very passionate about. But, there are days, moments, even just minutes, I wish I was an oyster.

Yes, an oyster. Hanging out on the ocean floor, taking in all the aquatic beauty, just chilling with my fellow oysters. Although, they too become irritated at times by foreign materials, often the tiniest grain of sand. They respond to these irritants by producing nacre, a combination of calcium and protein. This substance coats the irritating material and over time will produce a pearl. Ah, a pearl after withstanding an irritation or annoyance. See, there is something that comes of their discomfort. However, in order for us to recieve the product, the oyster must give it's life.

So, I'll never be an oyster and for the very reason I mentioned, I'm glad. But in the right frame of mind, I do see that all my trails, tribulations, annoyances and irritants are producing something in me. They are producing, trust, character, patience and increasing my faith, among many other traits I strive to display on a daily basis.

So, although I'll never produce a pearl, I hope that through my life's experiences I will become a gem of sorts. A gem that could someday be looked upon as beautiful.