LIFE IS LIKE FLYING A KITE

Life is like flying a kite. Sometimes life is going very nicely; the winds are favoring you. Sometimes life starts turning bad; the winds stops. Sometimes life falls to the ground, here we have to pick ourselves up and try to fly it back again.

“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 towards the tranquil sky.

 Then the little kite’s paper stared 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