Little Dandelion

Once upon a time, there was a little dandelion. It was shorter than all. Other dandelion stood tall above it, proud and white of perfection. Little dandelion was an imperfection among them. One that ruined the perfect height and beauty a dandelion should have.

One day, a girl came to the field. She plucked the dandelions that caught her eyes, crushing them all in her hands and the stone, play with the dirts, ruining the perfection the dandelions had. Little dandelion was sad and sympathy toward the other dandelions. If only little dandelion was bigger, the other dandelion may not die.

The next day, a dog came to the field. It ruins the perfection. The dog run over the dandelions and play with the big dandelions, crushing them all. Little dandelion once again was sad and sympathy towards the other dandelions. If only little dandelion was bigger, the other dandelion may not die.

The following day, there was a hard wind coming from east. It blew all the dandelions away. Little dandelion, being the little one was barely affected by the wind. Once it realized what happened, little dandelion cried. This time, it wasnt because it's sad or sympathy. 

But it was because, little dandelion was saved by it's imperfection for many times yet never once be grateful.

In life, there's no words such as perfect or imperfect. There are only grateful and ignorance for what was given to us.

- freakinglemon

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