The little ragdoll

A little girl bought a ragdoll one day. The sweetest doll you ever saw, with bright red wooly hair, a wide stitched smile and floral dress. They did everything together and formed a strong bond. But one day the little girl turned into a teenager, and didn't play with her ragdoll anymore. So she put her in a big box with many other forgotten objects and left it at the side of the road for someone else to find.
All the doll's companions were soon taken, but no one had a use for a little doll. Her hair quickly faded, her smile pulled loose and her dress tore. She was all alone, left behind. Everyone around her was moving forward, but she was forgotten.

I feel like this doll a lot. Like everyone around me is progressing and doing amazing things: travelling, excelling, getting into relationships...And here I am. Doing nothing new, sitting alone day after day and never truly getting anywhere. Nothing is getting better.

But the doll soon got picked up by another little girl who always wanted a doll, but could never get one. She braided her hair, fixed her smile and repaired her little dress. The two were inseparable, and she was never thrown out again. She was treated with care, displayed on the highest shelf and regularly cleaned and mended. Soon she was ready to be passed on to the girl's own children, and so the cycle continued. She had never felt so happy and needed...she was where she was meant to be.

It might take longer than it takes others, but your adventure, your true happiness, is there. It's waiting for you. But sometimes you need to prepare for it. The best things in life are worth the wait. You will be happier than you could ever have dreamed because you will truly appreciate your life, unlike those who receive things immediately. So whether it's a study opportunity, a relationship, travelling, whatever it is, keep hoping. Someone wants to fix your smile, they are just preparing themselves for you, and you for them. It'll be worth the wait...

Never lose hope.

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