Once upon a time, in a little village, there lived a girl named Matilda. Matilda was a dreamer. Little girls, like shooting stars, know no limits in their dreams. She had big dreams that sparkled like stars in her eyes. She dreamed of becoming a queen, having a magnificent horse to ride, a splendid castle to call her own, and even owning all the valuable treasures in the world.
One day, while on her way to school, she noticed children blowing dandelion flowers, their whispers carrying tiny secrets into the breeze. Curiosity bubbled up inside her, and She rushed home and asked her mother about the magical ritual. Her mother smiled and said, “My dear, when you blow on a dandelion with your wishes, the tiny seeds will carry your dreams into the air, helping them come true.”
Eager to make her dreams come true, Matilda ventured into the garden in evening, started searching for dandelion flowers. She was lucky, as the garden has many dandelions around. But they were all too fresh to blow. Matilda patiently waited, knowing that her wishes were worth the wait. Finally, when the dandelions turned fluffy and white, she made her move.
At first, she wished for grand things – a crown, a horse, a castle, and treasures beyond imagination. But as days passed, she grew weary of the same old wishes. Matilda felt a pang of emptiness, realizing she had no new dreams left to whisper. Disheartened, her inner self stopped whispering the dreams and simply enjoyed the act of blowing the dandelions.
She started enjoying the breeze that carried the dandelion seeds away, while the flowers dancing around witnessing the event. The world around her seemed to harmonize in a grandiose melody in sync with simple events. Matilda’s heart swelled with newfound love for the world around her and she began to appreciate the beauty of nature.
Matilda spent her afternoons in the garden, not as a wishful dreamer but as a curious explorer. She admired the dandelion’s delicate design and the way the wind carried their seeds. She gazed at the colorful flowers that surrounded her and, over time, discovered a love for planting and nurturing new plants.
Her once-prized dreams of being a queen with a horse and a castle no longer held her fascination.
Still, She felt like a queen with possession of beautiful things around. She felt like a queen of the garden, where every flower was a jewel, and the fragrant breeze was her loyal subject. She felt like a queen of happiness, finding joy in the simplest of things. She felt like a queen of nature, caring for the world around her. Finally, she found the true magic of life – the magic of being content with the beauty that surrounded her.
"Out of all the whispers she have blown, finding queen in herself was the one that came true, and that's the whole of all."
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