A Kite

In a world we would like to have.
Where all our dreams came true.
The sun shines behind gentle puffs of clouds.
Green fields grow from the slopes that seem to stretch forever.
A sea breeze that feels just right and does not bring cold.


And yet the city skyline looms in the background.
Not overbearing, but it all blends perfectly together.
The wall of stone that separates the sea from the harbour.
Ships that lay in docile wait outside.
But the thing most beautiful is the kiss of a lover.


Kites fill the skies, swaying in joyful melody.
High above us all, eyes looking to the heavens.
They each have a story of their own to tell.
Tied to the ground, having allowed to soar only once in a long while.


They all yearn to be free one day.
As we all do.
Then one day one strong gust of wind blew.
The owner of one kite held the line too stiffly.
And it broke away to freedom.


The wind carried it high up above the city.
Away from where it once came.
It chased the clouds, as it always wanted.
In its moment of great joy it never thought,
What will happen when the wind dies down some day.


We were all set free either by accident or design.
But we are more than kites.
We can decide where we go.
We chase more than clouds.
We chase ideas.


We will never know when the wind will die.
Just as we never know if the idea we go after is sound.
But if we do not, then do we just drift around in pointless wander?


Carried away by the moment of freedom we fail to see what is real.
Till the day reality catches up with us when we fly too high.
But somehow we will always end up somewhere.
It may not be where we want to be.
But there will always be something there for us.


Sometimes things just don't go the way we want.
There are places we want to go but there is just no wind.
No matter how good a kite is at catching the wind,
It is useless when circumstances do not allow.
When there is simply no wind.


No matter where we go, there's always something we can learn.
One more fact of life that will make us that much wiser.
Then there is nowhere we will be afraid to go.


Happiness is not about getting what we want.
Rather it is about being at peace with what we have.
While striving within our means for what can be ours.
The whole world may be ours.
But if we are not content,
What then is happiness?