My favorite line from a lovely, Ghibli film in which an old man holds up an ordinary stone with a green glint shining through a crack:
“It’s called beryl. You find it in emerald ore. You are like this stone. Rough. Unpolished. Still natural. I like stones that way. But making violins or writing stories is different. The rough stone is inside you. You have to find it then polish it. It takes time and effort. You see the ore that makes up most of the stone? You could polish that, but what you’d get would be worthless. The smaller part inside is purer. There might even be a better gem deep inside where we can’t see.”
Like all Ghibli movies, I highly recommend this film. It won’t be time wasted.