The Pink Diamond Theory: Knowing Your Worth and Finding Peace

I recently listened to this life-changing podcast from Hot and Unbothered about a pink diamond theory, and wow, it completely shifted my perspective. Seriously, it hit me like a ton of bricks.

So here’s the story: A guy finds this super rare pink diamond and gives it to his daughter. He tells her to go around the village and see how much people will buy it for. She starts with the baker and when he asks how much it is, the girl only holds up 2 fingers. The baker looks at it and says, “Oh, only two dollars?” He knows it’s worth more, but because she’s a young girl, he figures he can lowball her. But the girl knows the value of the diamond, so she moves on.

Next, she goes to the antique store. She holds up 2 fingers again when he asks how much it is. The antique store owner goes, “200 dollars? Nah, not even close.” He doesn’t see its true worth and is not even willing to pay that much. So, she leaves again.

Finally, she takes it to a jeweler, and when he sees it, his eyes light up. She holds up 2 fingers again when he asks its price. He says, “2 million dollars? That’s a fair price.” He understands the value of the pink diamond and is ready to do whatever it takes to possess it. The girl didn’t sell the diamond to the people who didn’t recognize its worth. She waited for someone who truly saw it for what it was. And that is the lesson.

You are the pink diamond. You’re going to encounter people who don’t see your worth, and that’s okay. Don’t try to force them to recognize it. Move on and wait for the person who will truly value you.

This reminds me of a journey I’ve been on lately. At the end of 2023, I was craving peace, like needing it. I made these friendship bracelets with Taylor Swift song titles to give my friends during The Era’s Tour movie. For myself, I made one with Peace—my favorite TS song from last year. At first, it was just a song, but it became something deeper. It became a reminder for me to find peace, something I needed at the time. I wore it constantly.

By August this year, I stopped wearing it. I’m not sure why, but I think it’s because I no longer needed it to remind me of peace. My mind feels more peaceful than ever. Like, you could throw anything at me, and I’d just be like, “Okay, cool.” I’ve learned to accept and let go of things because I realize I don’t own anything in this world. Everything is just an experience.

It’s like that Adventure Time scene where Betty tells Simon, “You were a wonderful experience.” and Simon says, “You are everything.”

When I first saw it, I hated that scene. Like, why can’t they change things or pretend and make their own happy ending? But now, I see how deep and beautiful it is. It’s about accepting things as they are, which feels like a very stoic way of thinking.

Soooo, after hearing this pink diamond theory, I decided to buy myself a pink gem ring. It is the perfect symbol for me to remember the lesson of knowing my worth and not settling for anything less than what I deserve. I plan to wear it until I find my “jeweler.” If you’re curious about the other meaningful things I’ve been holding onto lately, check out this blog.

Burning for Candles

Let’s rewind to the pandemic, when people can’t leave their homes and the world turned into one big Rapunzel montage. You know the one—painting the walls, brushing your hair, ventriloquizing your pet? Well, I swore to myself I’d try every hobby in that Rapunzel song, and candle-making landed squarely on the list.

So I bought all I needed online—soy wax, wicks, little jars—but here’s the thing: I never actually did it. Life just kept happening (as it does), and the candle-making supplies got shoved into a corner like an abandoned New Year’s resolution. Then one fateful day, the power went out and I can’t find any candle at home.

Cue my “survival instincts” kicking in. I dug up those soy waxes, slapped a wick into a glass jar, and voilà—a functional candle! It wasn’t pretty, but it worked. I remember sitting there, smugly admiring my janky creation.

Of course, I promised myself I’d take the whole hobby more seriously and make real candles someday. Spoiler: I didn’t.

But here’s the thing—candles still fascinate me. I want to try making all the fancy ones: scented candles, succulent-shaped candles, carved candles, and even painted candles.

Speaking of candles, can we talk about how magical it feels to receive one? Last Christmas, I got a candle as a gift (it came with a lighter), and let me tell you, I cherished that thing. I’d light it during my nighttime skincare routine, meditation, or stretching sessions. It burned beautifully for weeks. Something about candles as gifts just hits differently. That’s why I still can’t bring myself to buy my own candle even if I have already added some on my online shopping basket.

My candle obsession, I think, goes way back to my childhood. Whenever there was a storm and the power went out, I was that kid who sat there watching the flame like it was a portal to another dimension. I’d play with the dripping wax, shape it into little balls, burn a strand of my hair, and even try to pass my finger through the flame like I was some kind of magician. Candles and fire always felt so…mystical.

And then there’s all the weird candle lore—like, why do you need a candle to summon Bloody Mary in front of a mirror? Why do witches light candles for their spells? Why do we use them for graves, memorials, and ceremonies? It’s like candles hold this ancient, mysterious power that we all just accept without question.

I’ve done my research and apparently, lighting candles is thought to cleanse negative energy and bring positive ones. I guess, that makes sense. Every time I light one, it’s like an instant mood reset. The room feels cozier, my head feels clearer, and everything just feels a little…warmer or lighter?

Anyway, I could ramble on about candles forever, but if you’re as curious as I am, check out this link for more fun facts about their history: https://candles.org/history/

Who knows? Maybe one day, that spark of candle-making will reignite in me. Until then, I’ll just keep basking in their glow. ✨

I Took An MBTI Test Again

Because I’m bored and I’m not feeling like myself lately, I took an MBTI test… again. What’s better than learning about yourself through a personality test? Right?!

And I got ISTP-A as a result. Should I be bothered that my personality changed a lot? or should I be happy because that could mean I’m evolving?

Last year, I was an INFJ, this July, I’m an INFP, and now I’m an ISTP. I attached below a screen capture of my result for you to compare.

That’s a lot of difference compared to INFJ and INFP though. No wonder I’m not feeling like myself lately? I don’t know what to think.

Virtuosos are typically steady for a while, but then they suddenly get a burst of impulsive energy that makes them pursue new interests. They enjoy living in the present and don’t stress about the future. They’re always eager to try new activities and experiences. The thought of being stuck scares them the most. What matters most to Virtuosos is the freedom to explore, make their own plans, and control their own lives. These are just some of the few insights about Virtuosos I got from 16 personalities that I found relatable. I think I’ve always been an ISTP, which is weird because why did I get that result just now? Maybe I’m a mix of the three and it just depends on my mood 🤷.

I don’t like the notion of being identified as something; nothing in the world is constant. I think no personality test or zodiac sign can ever define who you are or what you are. Some people may go overboard to judge and hate you just because of your birth chart which I think is stupid. It’s not something you have control over and I don’t like the idea of people basing their personality or identity on zodiac signs and personality tests.