My eye caught this bunch of colourful balloons, flying across the sky. For some reason I was mesmerised by it. Possibly the child in me! How free and spirited they looked! The blue sky suddenly dotted with a riot of colours! Looked like the Gods had decided to play Holi! Colours always fill you with joy and this was no different.
Balloons are associated with cheer and celebration and festivity. But what most of us take for granted is that they are filled with air, the life source, tied by a string, yet they are able to be weightless. They are happy to just go along wherever the wind takes them, bobbing in the air, so free, unshackled, living and enjoying that moment perfectly.
There is the lesson for us from the simple staid balloon. We ought to be able to find it in us to fly in spite of being tied down. Like the balloon, we need to love the journey more than the destination. We need to just flow and fly and flap and float sometimes, find our spirits to soar, and learn to enjoy the rush of wind on our faces. Like the balloon each of us have a ‘colour’. We need to take pride in that and realise being who we are; in that colour, we are a source of joy to all around us. Our lives ought to be a festive celebration. Like the balloon, we need to find it in us to be ‘weightless’ and just be ‘light’, in spite of being filled with the chaos of daily life. We could either fly like the balloon, and embrace our freedom or tie up all our negativity and baggage in a balloon, let it fly and watch it go out our lives.
So what is stopping us from flying high and finding joy?