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Where Dandelions Dance !!!
Once lived Mira, a sculptor who believed the world could be chiseled into perfection and so could the choreography of daily life. She aligned her brushes by size, wore spotless white, and believed life would be beautiful and peace would arrive when everything was flawless.
But nothing ever truly was. Her neighbor laughed too loud. Her brother forgot birthdays. Even her heart skipped beats without asking.
One day, her masterpiece, a statue titled Flawless Humanity, cracked during a storm. Mira sat beside the pieces, tools in hand, but didn’t move. For the first time, she simply watched the break, the silence, the wild, messy garden she’d always tried to tame. And something shifted.
She didn’t fix the statue. She filled the crack with gold, wore color again, laughed without flinching, listened without judgment. She stopped trying to fix people and started understanding them.
In that quiet acceptance, peace finally arrived,not polished, but soft, warm, and alive.
She never sculpted again, but she grew a garden. A wild, uneven one where everything had a place.
Flaws included.
Laughter included.
Dandelions especially. Perfection retired the day Mira met a dandelion and it blew her mind.Turns out, wild things don’t queue up, they dance…~LatikaTeotia
