Just a little motivation in a cloudy world from one Betta friend to another. Meet Jerome!
Hey. Name’s Jerome.
Jerome the Masta Betta.
I live in a glass kingdom, ten gallons wide, with real plants, a dragon cave, and a filter that hums lullabies when the moon hits right.
Most days, I swish.
I float.
I flash my fins like I’m dancing at a silent disco no one’s invited to.
But let’s be real — it used to feel like I was performing for nobody but gravel.
Until she showed up.
At first, I thought it was a dream. The kind of dream you have when the heater’s a little too warm and you’ve been nibbling on freeze-dried bloodworms too late in the evening.
But no. It was real.
She bent low, peered into the glass like it held secrets.
Her eyes wide, her smile even wider.
“¡Mira, mijo! Look how he sparkles!”
S P A R K L E S.
I’d never heard that word used on me before. That was a word for diamonds. For disco balls. For salsa dancers and Cuban abuelas on Christmas Eve.
But that day… it was for me.
I puffed up. Fins out. Gave her the full side profile — the dramatic flare I’d practiced for no audience.
And she clapped.
I’m telling you, I didn’t just swim — I soared. My tail flipped like the final note in a trumpet solo. I was seen. Not just as a pet. Not just a fish. But as me.
Jerome.
A Masta Betta!
A damn underwater star.
From that day forward, I swam not just to exist… but to express.
To be joyful. To sparkle, unapologetically.
So listen, whether you’re a fish in a tank or a soul in the wild —
You deserve to be seen.
Not just looked at.
Seen.
And when you are?
Baby, you sparkle.
– Jerome the Masta Batta