The Weight of the String

We spend our lives tethered to things we cannot hold. A kite is only a piece of paper and a frame, yet it demands a constant, invisible tension. To let go is to lose it; to hold too tight is to snap the line. We watch the sky, waiting for the wind to decide our direction, forgetting that the ground beneath us is where the real work happens. Children understand this better than we do. They do not ask where the wind comes from or why the string pulls against their palms. They simply stand in the fading light, anchored to the earth, watching their own dreams drift into the blue. There is a quiet ache in seeing something so fragile survive the height. We are all holding onto something, hoping it stays aloft just a little longer, even as the evening turns cold and the shadows begin to stretch.

Phillip Biboso has captured this fragile tether in his image titled Someday. It reminds me that we are all just waiting for the wind to change. What are you holding onto today?