"Jewels are a girl's best friend"
This is so often heard, yet personally i have never found the satisfaction behind every one of that precious rock, a-shining and a-gleaming in your hand as you delicately grace it to a position that captures the light.

Why are jewels so saught after? I have once asked a friend of mine i caught drooling outside the window of a jewellery shop, and she stared at me with great shock at my "stupidity".

"Why, its worth a lot! Of course!"

Well.
While some may go after its material value, i prefer to bask in its sentimental value. When that precious rock leaves the hands of your loved ones to you; it becomes much, much more than just a mineral from the earth, does it not? If you regard your giver well, that rock - is priceless.

Afterall, everything of the earth would vanish one day- your loved one not spared, and thus maybe the significance of that rock is of its durability, lasting time far exceeding human years – and the ability to be that object that would not succum to rot, corrosion. That rock that would leave at least a last, glimmering proof of the bond of love forged so long ago on this world where things come today, and tomorrow- disappear forever.

Of lasting proof..
Such is the significance of the rock?

Nevertheless, a paragraph from the reader's digest (january 2006) i find deep meaning in;

"Jewels, especially the antique ones, carry an extrodinary emotional resonance. They hold the memory of cold metal on warm, scented skin; the candlelit gaze of a long-dead lover or a stolen kiss in a moon-drenched garden. Everyone it touches turns to dust, yet the jewel itself remains unblemished, an inviolable fragment of beauty, a silent witness to history tumbling through the centuries."


Have we thus forgotten the once significance of that sparkle on your hand that now only shines for that moment of glamour?