Free
to Soar
by: Wayne B. Lynn, Life, Free To Soar
by: Wayne B. Lynn, Life, Free To Soar
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One
windy spring day, I observed young people having fun using the wind to fly
their kites. Multi-coloured creations of varying shapes and sizes filled the
skies like beautiful birds darting and dancing in the heady atmosphere above
the earth. As the strong winds gusted against the kites, a string kept them
in check.
Instead
of blowing away with the wind, they arose against it to achieve great
heights. They shook and pulled, but the restraining string and the cumbersome
tail kept them in tow, facing upward and against the wind. As the kites
struggled and trembled against the string, they seemed to say, "Let me
go! Let me go! I want to be free!" They soared beautifully even as they
fought the imposed restriction of the string. Finally, one of the kites succeeded
in breaking loose. "Free at last" it seemed to say. "Free to
fly with the wind."
Yet
freedom from restraint simply put it at the mercy of an unsympathetic breeze.
It fluttered ungracefully to the ground and landed in a tangled mass of weeds
and string against a dead bush. "Free at last" free to lie
powerless in the dirt, to be blown helplessly along the ground, and to lodge
lifeless against the first obstruction.
How
much like kites we sometimes are. (Life) gives us adversity and restrictions,
rules to follow from which we can grow and gain strength. Restraint is a
necessary counterpart to the winds of opposition. Some of us tug at the rules
so hard that we never soar to reach the heights we might have obtained. We
keep part of the commandment and (pardon the pun) never rise high enough to
get our tails off the ground.
Let
us each rise to the great heights our (life) has in store for us, recognizing
that some of the restraints that we may chafe under are actually the
steadying force that helps us ascend and achieve.
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