"I let the kite go."
"I released my grip on the string and it flew away, following the breeze, following its dreams to reach the sun. Away and away it goes, a small speck and finally it is gone."
"I loved the kite. I loved to see it fly but I loved it best when I could reel it in, safe and sound, return it back to me. I stood on the ground and felt the kite's happiness."
"Some days, the kite wanted to fly higher but I was afraid to let it go further than I wanted it to. Because. If the string broke, it will be lost forever.
The kite was adamant. I protested but then I relented. I will let out more string, bit by bit so it could go higher and higher. But, the kite still had to come down because I was waiting, don't you see?"
"Up there, oh, the kite experienced wonderful things - things that could never compare with me, the person on the dull ground. He wanted to be free and he struggled to be set free.
I struggled to keep it. It was my precious. Don't you see? Don't you see? "
"The kite was my lifeline. What it saw, what it heard, what it experienced were the very things that fed my hopes and dreams for I was only a mere human, grounded and with limitations. I longed to be like the kite but I couldn't."
"Don't you see?
It did not understand. I did not understand.
But I let it go and it was gone in an instant."
"Will the kite fall one day? Will it reach the heavens? Do I still stand here, rooted, waiting? Will I find it again some day? Do I take flight, become a kite too?
I am slowly becoming a kite. A lonely kite that belongs to no one.
The winds take me here and there. Sometimes I'm up high, sometimes I come crashing down. Life is very uncertain."
"Life is uncertain.
I want to be grounded. I want to be free.
I want to be me. I want the kite. I want me and the kite to be together.
I want to be free.
Return to me some day.
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