Who hates helium balloons? We all gotta love them when we were kids and even as adults don't those vibrant colors seem to appeal to our childish natures? Remember those times when we would tug those helium filled balloons with the streamers in one hand and run across a stretch of road to see it follow us behind like the moon in the night sky. The colors made us smile and the naive dream that one day we may fly into the sky if we had enough balloons in our hands.
Ever made a wish; Wrote it down on a balloon and then release it into the sky? Did we not pray for a higher power to read our words of well wishes and pray that the single earnest wish will reach the angels and that rains of blessings will fall down to our lives. Because as we tugged the streamer firmly with our hands-- in fear that the next wind will carry it away from us; our heart so firmly tug onto the corners of a dream we're about to surrender...
The action of a wish we wrote down and sent it away into the horizon; the surrendering of one's desire to fate for we could hold onto no longer. As do fish swim in the sea and birds glide in the air, so do dreams are meant to soar and take flight. Do you understand what I'm trying to express? =S
The heartache of letting go of something so beautiful and colorful just because. Do we remember how sad we were when we were kids and our bright red balloon escaped from our grasps and skyrocketed vertically into the blue unknown. I remembered I cried and asked my dad to get it back. Yet we all knew that where it was going it could never return~~
Do we still write a wish right now and send it into the sky hoping god would read and answer our prayers? Naivety or the act of a desperate believer? It matters not...
But know that when we do pluck up the courage to let go the dream and the memory or whatever it is that your heart tugs on that it is going to fly far far away~~ beyond our reach. Whatever is the reason to do so... remember it well as the day you decided to surrender this desire and wish just so you could move on without it...
Am I talking of a balloon when I was a child or a dream I have. That's all pillow talk really... for the true meaning behind these words and stories lies in the heartbeat of this throbbing post. Can you hear it?
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