Soar Like A Kite!

Life is like flying a kite.

It was Lauren Bacall who said that imagination is the highest kite one can fly. True courage is like a kite; a contrary wind raises it higher.

The humble kite is usually associated with liveliness, joy, fun, energy, youthfulness and freedom. A soaring kite is a classic image representing living life to the fullest.

The kite’s design and bright colours are like the potential that lies within every person if only he or she is willing to give it a go!

Imagination is the highest kite one can fly

In life, we should not be afraid of opposition. We must always remember that a kite rises against, not with the wind. We like to wait for the perfect conditions to pursue our goals, dreams or to embark on something new. However, life is never a smooth sailing. We will encounter winds that can cause us to veer from our intended directions or even a fall. If we do fall, it is perfectly okay so long as we can pick ourselves up and continue to strive towards the attainment of our dreams and goals.

Just remember that the moment there is no wind, the kite will fall. Similarly, situation will unfold when we experience times of no wind, leaving us feeling deflated and disappointed. It is a certainty that wind will come again. As long as we don’t give up, we will one day soar high like the kite.

Soar Like A Kite

It all boils down to our own attitude. The optimist ponders how high his kite will fly; the pessimist wonders how soon his kite will fall. We can view the unfavourable situations in our life as part and parcel of our growth journey, molding us into better persons. Or we can allow ourselves to feel defeated and give up all on our goals. It is our choice and that is the good news.

I leave you with this simple yet profound poem.

“I never can do it,” the little kite said,
as he looked around at the others high over his head.
“I know I should fall if I try to fly.”
“Try,” said the big kite, “only try!
Or I fear you never will learn at all.”
But the little kite said, “I’m afraid I’ll fall.”
The big kite nodded: “Ah well, goodbye:
I’m off,” and he rose toward the tranquil sky.
Then the little kite’s paper stirred at the sky.
And trembling he shook himself free for flight.
First whirling and frightened, then braver grown,
up, up he rose through the air alone,
till the big kite looking down could see,
the little one rising steadily.
Then how the little kite thrilled with pride,
as he sailed with the big kite, side by side!
While far below he could see the ground,
and the boys like small spots, moving around.
They rested high in the quiet air,
and only the birds and the clouds were there.
“Oh, how happy I am!” the little kite cried,
“And all because I was brave and tried.”
Author Unknown

In closing, I hope you will launch your dreams like a kite. Only then can you realise the scale of how big they are!