Strings

I remember my first kite.  Racing across the field, yanking on the string to coax it into the sky.  A tail made from one of my Mom’s knotted nylon stockings.  I didn’t know the first thing about aerodynamics, or more specifically, that it takes wind to keep a kite aloft.  But, be that as it may, I was determined to succeed, and most of the time, I did, at least from the standpoint that it often stayed aloft. 

I was a lot older when I learned the difference between the product and the principle.  More specifically, what allows us to succeed is not life’s kites, or the wind that gives them flight, but instead, it is the string that binds them together.

How often, over the years I have struggled with some issue or another, mostly when it was personal, my opinion over theirs.  Two ends of the string, the string being what was keeping us apart, but also what was holding us together.  The wind simply keeping it aloft.

When I was  running across those fields  as a youth, I had no idea how many kites I would confront in my life. No conception of the difficulties I would confront, just trying to keep my opinions and  beliefs aloft.  I often concentrated on the kite, and the wind, and not the string.

So, here’s my advice, for what it is worth. When confronting something that you think should fly, concentrate on the string, that which binds you together.  The wind is irrelevant, and the kite, well, it is only there because of you.

 

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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4 Responses to Strings

  1. I just let go of the string.

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  2. quiall says:

    My kite was red. I loved that cheap kite. And you are right: life is all about the string. Never let go!

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  3. scifihammy says:

    Ah memories of kite flying with my brother and then with my kids. We made really good ones out of a plastic shopping bag and string! 😀
    But you are right – we have to find that connection and never let go of the string. 🙂

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