Thursday, January 29, 2015

Kites -

It was a dream again...

I remember it must have been an hour or so, my best friend and me were in the open field trying to fly the same kite. We took turns launching it and pulling the string in, but we never got to fly it at such a height. Worse, the kite kept crashing nose down a number of times.

It didn’t bother me, though, and then I am thinking in my dream (how interesting this can be). In my mind I wasn’t as bad as I really was because from the get-go I was clear with my intention: I wouldn’t struggle with the wind and have the kite airborne like what the other kite flyers were attempting to do. There were older kids who were go about their business as calmly and enjoying the fun. trees were swaying, amusing clouds floating...birds mindlessly flew around..not interested in anything we were doing. They were going about their business and we were with ours.

but this damn kite...was not taking off...

I knew I will do anyway....The wind was against me, the sun was right there watching...I knew I will do it anyway...that was the determination..

Moments later with the right balance and the right amount of breeze.....the kite reaches the highest height the string allowed, stable up in the air, with its tail dancing to the rhythm of the wind...and I was at peace again..

Dream ends...i wake up..time to go...

I go into the shower, thoughts..fresh thoughts bouncing all around my head..like a fountain. It beats the shower head in its flow..

I am that kite now. I can fly high only if I let go of everything that holds me back — like how a kite flyer supposedly lets go of the string, trusting that each time he lets go, the kite glides higher.

I recall the moment in my dream, when I looked up at the kite and saw past it, to the backdrop of the sky and clouds.  It was a visceral feeling, one that gives your head a dizzy sensation, realizing that above me, there were no limits, only possibilities...

It’s all in the balance. No matter how potentially good the kite is if I fail to balance the string or the line, it won’t fly well. Life is all about balance.  

It’s all about choices. We choose our kite, we choose our string, we choose the timing for flying it, we choose who to fly it with. The quality of the experience depends on the quality of our choices. It is true with kite flying as it is with living.