Balloon

Driving the other day, down a main strip of old town, early in the morning. It’s breakfast time and there’s not that many people out, I see a random orange balloon in the middle of the oncoming lane. It’s flows towards my car as I get closer. Hoping I don’t run it over and then it’s under my car. Will it pop? Will it just stretch and come out whole again? I see it behind me as I look in my mirror, getting smaller as I drive away but still visible against the grey asphalt of the road.

Hours later I’m still thinking of that balloon in the middle of the road. I think how I am that balloon. Alone, small, yet somehow resilient. Being alone is not a bad thing, sometimes it’s what I crave and what I need, sometimes it’s that breath in our crazy life. We are like the balloon, drifting around yet still able to survive. We may get some close calls and feel like we’re about to pop, but somehow, we make it out.

Be a balloon, a peaceful full of life balloon, that flows with the wind that flows with everyone around you in a sort of dance.