to bare the flare

I'm hopeless with jewellery. I fall in love with its' beauty, buy it, but almost never wear it. I'm like a tall, dark christmas tree - knowing it could brighten up the town square if it made an effort - but still standing quietly in the forrest because it just can't bare the itch of being illuminated or overly decorated. What is a tree supposed to do about its' nature? A picea abies does not burst into flowers like a rhododendron over night - if ever.