float.

When I was four, I accidentally let go of a parrot balloon that I received at a fair outside my home in Reading, England. I was so sad that I cried the entire way home. We were poor at the time, so luxuries were far and few.

But do you know what happened next?

When I got home, I saw the very same balloon flying over my backyard. It was low enough for me to think I could grab it, but still high enough that nobody in my family actually could. Eventually, it caught the wind and did what balloons do best.

Balloons and humans aren’t so different in nature, are they?