I stood there feeling powerful, holding the reins of my kite firmly. I was so afraid of losing it, after all, I had taken the time to plan everything and had been there.
Right from when it first got attached to the thread that would give it the freedom to push off from the ground until it had reached high enough in the sky to soar. I remembered every detail – it was blue with white stripes and shone brightly under the rays of the sun.
Perfect, that’s how I would describe how they looked together.
The kite had opened itself up to limitless possibilities,
As the sun welcomed it with so much warmth.
There seemed to be some kind of mystery that they would solve together,
Like they were headed toward unexplored territory
There was so much that they didn’t know.
How long would they be able to travel together?
Who knew if the sun could keep its promise of following the kite wherever it went to and continue to brighten its path?
Yet, the kite danced fearlessly.
As if it just wanted to live in that one moment and hold on to it forever.
A few minutes later, it lost its wings.
And it started falling gently to the ground.
Soon it was nowhere in sight.
I stood there staring.
But this time feeling powerless. A little heartbroken, I would admit.
I wished things would have ended differently.
I wished that the kite would have had the chance to follow the sun until it set.
At least then, I could say that I had witnessed some kind of forever.
And suddenly, the wind began to blow harder.
As if it had heard my silent thoughts.
I saw my favorite patch of blue again, drifting above.
Peaceful and happy as it continued its journey.
Determined to reunite with what felt like home.
For a moment, I thought I had lost something so special.
But in fact, I was nowhere near empty-handed as I turned to leave.
I held onto newfound courage to fight for what I truly wanted.
Onto hope that sometimes, time could surprise me.
Only if I gave it a chance.
Then, maybe I would be as lucky as the sun someday.