She came to a point in her life where she no longer knew who she was. She know longer knew what she held within herself. She had tried on so many beliefs like the newest fashion and strutted around, parading them like a fancy hat. Yet somehow they always grew old and no longer interested her, only to be replaced by a newer and better idea of herself.
Eventually, she tired of them all and she no longer believed that any of them would last for long. She longed for what would last. She longed so badly her heart would ache. But she refused to try on any new beliefs about herself. Instead she sat quietly, keeping herself company in this unknown place.
Then one day it happened, on an ordinary afternoon. She heard a tiny knock. Then another. She looked around, but could not find the source. Then it grew the tiniest bit louder and she jumped with a start. It was coming from inside of her! It was coming from her very own chest!
She looked down and there were two new little golden buttons on her favorite red velvet dress. How odd, they hadn’t been there before. So she reached up to feel them and they moved with a tiny click. Low and behold they were tiny doors and when she opened them the most luscious golden-orange light came flowing out like magic honey.
The waiting was over. Finally she knew what was inside of her all along. And this time she knew it would last.