I am a kite born to soar. The stronger the
storm, the more beautiful I would dance in the sky.
However high I am soaring, it is an anchor that I need the most for some restrain and control.
It is all about a balance. If the anchor is not providing enough tension to the string, the kite cannot fly. But while the kite is flying up high and the turbulence is trembling the anchor, for the one who is not capable or courageous enough to handle would pull the kite down, or else, just cut off the rope.
Until the kite has found another anchor, it will be floating.
Being born to fly is truly a gift, and yet it could be a curse too.
However high I am soaring, it is an anchor that I need the most for some restrain and control.
It is all about a balance. If the anchor is not providing enough tension to the string, the kite cannot fly. But while the kite is flying up high and the turbulence is trembling the anchor, for the one who is not capable or courageous enough to handle would pull the kite down, or else, just cut off the rope.
Until the kite has found another anchor, it will be floating.
Being born to fly is truly a gift, and yet it could be a curse too.
