Life is like a lost balloon..
Holding on to things that I should have let go.
Like that balloon when I was a child.
Letting go of the string to watch it float away.
Hoping it would end its journey in a less fortunate kid’s backyard.
I could only imagine the excitement on his/her face when they would find my old balloon.
Of course the balloon wouldn’t land unless it was out of air, unless it was meant to be.
Slowly floating down from the sky..
And this fits my situation how?
By letting go of what is unnecessary to continue holding on to, my past will be passed on to something or someone who will find better use for it than I did.
Doesn’t really mean that it wasn’t worth it at the time, but this balloon is a game.
I believe I wasn’t meant to keep it.
It was fun for awhile, but now I need a new balloon.
A bigger and better, more fascinating balloon that deserves to be held on to.
One that will not bore me, one that won’t float away when I let it go.
If I have to hold on to something, why is it in my presence?
If something is truly meant to be kept in my life then it will stay with me, even when I push it away.
It will come back if it escapes or floats away.
I hope that last balloon that I let go of is in the hands of someone new.
I hope that last balloon deserves to be in the hands of that someone.
I hope that balloon isn’t mistreated by that person, and I hope that person does not mistreat that balloon.
Letting go of my most recent balloon, hoping that it will keep its new owner happy.
Letting go of this balloon will prepare me for my next.
I’ll be waiting for the arrival of my next balloon…
And this time, I will not let it go.
This time, I hope it does not betray me and float away on its own.
That balloon, this balloon.
I wonder what it will do?
