Pink and gold dots scatter in the air and land on the walls like stars, illuminating its surrounding like magic. My eyes widen with fascination, and a smile blooms on my lips. The fairy jar sits on the shelf like an enchantment, making me feel that the whole world is magic for a moment.
The mottled surface of the fairy jar glistens. The surface is smooth and pink. The kind of pink that shines like polished metal. In the bright daylight, it is a delicate piece of artwork in my hand. Every time I take it in my hands, my heart beats a little faster because of its fragile nature. The glass is smooth on my palms, making me want to hold it for a moment longer.
But at night, it is a whole different story. When the small plastic switch is moved, the entire jar transforms into something out of this world. The tiny string of lights inside illuminates it, sending out a dotted light pattern that flies and lands on every surface, like fireflies. The very moment the jar is illuminated, everything in the surroundings changes. Every surface, every wall, the floor, the ceiling all turn into something that I could only describe as “fairyland.” Something so beautiful. It lifts hearts and brings smiles to faces. Without a single word, without the faintest sound or the slightest movement, it changes everything into something better. It’s nothing but light. But the patterns on the surface project the plain light in a kaleidoscopic dance.
For a moment, I wonder. Is there anything better than a fairy jar that can remind us that what makes us beautiful is what lies inside us? No matter how beautiful we are on the outside, our true beauty is never projected into the world without that inside light. Also, just like the mottled surface of the fairy jar, aren’t our little imperfections that help that shining light to create intricate patterns that are more beautiful and sophisticated than plain light?
In that sense, aren’t we all fairy jars, even though some haven’t found the switch yet? 💡