At the end of the story, I see the unseen necklace around the heroin, sparkling with grace, serenity, beauty and glory. Just as Mrs. Mallard in "the story of an hour", she has found her own identity, the value of her life. Blinded by vanity, she tends to live for others. Luxurious clothing is not our skin, but others' sight. She is free, at last.
Subtle changes sometimes lead to dramatic deformation, creation and prosperity, a law witnessed and performed by everyone. Complaints about lack of opportunities seem ridiculous, because it is us that always wait for a knock at the door while shut the window to keep chances out.
Losing is gaining, another lesson from the story.
The fake necklace lost, the real beauty found.
I may have gained more from each loss.
