Yes. My best friend, by a person intellectually and morally her inferior. Right now she is too blinded by…I have no idea what…to see that she is wasting her life. By the time she realises this, she will have been badly hurt. But she tied herself to that particular balloon (an excellent metaphor, being that the person is fragile, unstable and full of hot air).
“I had a dove, and the sweet dove died
And I often thought that it died of grieving.
Why, what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied
With a silken thread of my hand’s own weaving.
Why, pretty thing! Would you not live with me?
I kissed you oft, and gave you white peas.
Why not live sweetly, as in the green trees?”
but oftentimes, what we deduce as its meaning in our first waking hours is the one we need to listen to – it is the conscious communicating with the subconscious.
and always, that knowledge is reserved for the dreamer, not the dream-stealer.
Is there any possibility the bird has gotten so tired of flying it’s just letting the balloon take it along – no longer worried and fully aware of the noose around its neck?
Maybe, the wings are already broken and the flight with the balloon is but an extension of the flight the bird wants to take but thinks it is no longer capable of doing.
The way it looks to me, the bird is already dead anyway.
It’s kind of sweet and morbid. I wonder less about the bird but about who set it up there. Was it the person who killed it? Is he giving him a burial in the sky? Something about the limp body floating away makes me disgusted but also very enchanted… I don’t know if that sounds weird, but that’s just how I feel.
The question itself makes me think of child protection services, like when they make a mistake occasionally and parents can lose their kids for months. It’s a scary thought.
Your last statement brings to mind a story about someone who supposedly got lost, as documented by someone who convinced the parents they need to report to the child protection services.
Because the parents were so worried and loved the kid so much, they panicked and had the one who reported the loss tell them what to do for they did not know what to do – they were not experienced in this kind of thing.
The one who reported gladly obliged, thinking it’s really best the investigation be done immediately, as was intended and as was planned.
And then the search began and the one who reported thought it best to have crews and cameras tagging along. the suggestion was, it would be best – it would help the parents “find” the child.
And so it went on and on…
… and the child? The child observed everything. The child cried to let the parents know she was there, and she was hurt.
She let her friends know she was there, she was hurt.
She went to the ones she held so close to her heart – the ones she trusted – and told them she was there, she was hurt.
She went to her refuge and hoped somebody would hear her say she was there, she was hurt.
But nobody heard her.
Nobody recognized her.
For you see, the one who reported – was the one who transformed the face, the body, the appearance of the child.
As to why? Ask the one who reported.
…Then ask the child.
I cry as I wonder, how could they have not recognized the voice of the child.
Their voices, she’d always recognize. The voices… she knows she can always keep in her heart.
All that they are, she kept an imprint in her heart.
Last time I noted, the child chose to take a path to the forest… There, she’s welcomed by the dark.
Can somebody be taken away from us without that person’s consent? (kidnapping not included. :) ).
If the bird willingly tied itself to the balloon, may it not be that it wants to fly with the balloon in the first place?
Shouldn’t we consider that the bird might have its own mind, its own heart and its own reasons?
Granted we think, all of those are baseless from our vantage point, shouldn’t we just let the bird see it from our perspective by delineating what we see and let the bird decide after, where it wants to fly and how?
If we can’t even ask the bird whether it wants the strings untied nor can we discuss why we think it better for it to be untied – why would we even expect the bird to think it might be better off someplace else besides being tied with the hot air balloon?
How different would we be from what we consider THE HOT AIR balloon if we also think we know what’s best for the bird – we think we know how it should fly, with whom and to where?
What good will it do if we spew air non-stop on how pitiful the bird is, yet we find it fascinating it is tied?
Why do we keep on looking, doing nothing? Is it so we can continually see a bird tied to a hot air balloon?
Pity the bird. Annoying hot air balloon.
Lucky us.
yes, the bird was created with wings, so maybe it knows better how to use those (it is his own wings, after all)…
or maybe, if it’s still new with flying and we think the balloon is of no help to it, maybe we can help the bird fly on its own…
but if we can’t… should we even think the bird has been been carried away from us?
Yes, My best friend got pulled away from me.
she was sucked into bad influences by another
she became a cruel person
a follower.
someone who she is not.
There’s not a Day I don’t think about her
:(
Yes. My best friend, by a person intellectually and morally her inferior. Right now she is too blinded by…I have no idea what…to see that she is wasting her life. By the time she realises this, she will have been badly hurt. But she tied herself to that particular balloon (an excellent metaphor, being that the person is fragile, unstable and full of hot air).
“I had a dove, and the sweet dove died
And I often thought that it died of grieving.
Why, what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied
With a silken thread of my hand’s own weaving.
Why, pretty thing! Would you not live with me?
I kissed you oft, and gave you white peas.
Why not live sweetly, as in the green trees?”
–Unknown
This is how drunk birds get home.
i’m with you on this, it must be how drunk birds get home.
reminds me of all the drunk men on the subway in seoul…
… and distracts me from the fact that i find this image rather disturbing. like so many others, she forgot she had her own wings.
Falling up is reserved for dreams. -Silverstein
sometimes dreams have literal interpretations.
but oftentimes, what we deduce as its meaning in our first waking hours is the one we need to listen to – it is the conscious communicating with the subconscious.
and always, that knowledge is reserved for the dreamer, not the dream-stealer.
Drunk birds? Looks like a noose to me.
Yes, I noticed the noose too. A metaphor about how the thing that we think will set us free to fly can be the very thing that strangles us to death.
Is there any possibility the bird has gotten so tired of flying it’s just letting the balloon take it along – no longer worried and fully aware of the noose around its neck?
Maybe, the wings are already broken and the flight with the balloon is but an extension of the flight the bird wants to take but thinks it is no longer capable of doing.
The way it looks to me, the bird is already dead anyway.
It’s kind of sweet and morbid. I wonder less about the bird but about who set it up there. Was it the person who killed it? Is he giving him a burial in the sky? Something about the limp body floating away makes me disgusted but also very enchanted… I don’t know if that sounds weird, but that’s just how I feel.
The question itself makes me think of child protection services, like when they make a mistake occasionally and parents can lose their kids for months. It’s a scary thought.
Your last statement brings to mind a story about someone who supposedly got lost, as documented by someone who convinced the parents they need to report to the child protection services.
Because the parents were so worried and loved the kid so much, they panicked and had the one who reported the loss tell them what to do for they did not know what to do – they were not experienced in this kind of thing.
The one who reported gladly obliged, thinking it’s really best the investigation be done immediately, as was intended and as was planned.
And then the search began and the one who reported thought it best to have crews and cameras tagging along. the suggestion was, it would be best – it would help the parents “find” the child.
And so it went on and on…
… and the child? The child observed everything. The child cried to let the parents know she was there, and she was hurt.
She let her friends know she was there, she was hurt.
She went to the ones she held so close to her heart – the ones she trusted – and told them she was there, she was hurt.
She went to her refuge and hoped somebody would hear her say she was there, she was hurt.
But nobody heard her.
Nobody recognized her.
For you see, the one who reported – was the one who transformed the face, the body, the appearance of the child.
As to why? Ask the one who reported.
…Then ask the child.
I cry as I wonder, how could they have not recognized the voice of the child.
Their voices, she’d always recognize. The voices… she knows she can always keep in her heart.
All that they are, she kept an imprint in her heart.
Last time I noted, the child chose to take a path to the forest… There, she’s welcomed by the dark.
Can somebody be taken away from us without that person’s consent? (kidnapping not included. :) ).
If the bird willingly tied itself to the balloon, may it not be that it wants to fly with the balloon in the first place?
Shouldn’t we consider that the bird might have its own mind, its own heart and its own reasons?
Granted we think, all of those are baseless from our vantage point, shouldn’t we just let the bird see it from our perspective by delineating what we see and let the bird decide after, where it wants to fly and how?
If we can’t even ask the bird whether it wants the strings untied nor can we discuss why we think it better for it to be untied – why would we even expect the bird to think it might be better off someplace else besides being tied with the hot air balloon?
How different would we be from what we consider THE HOT AIR balloon if we also think we know what’s best for the bird – we think we know how it should fly, with whom and to where?
What good will it do if we spew air non-stop on how pitiful the bird is, yet we find it fascinating it is tied?
Why do we keep on looking, doing nothing? Is it so we can continually see a bird tied to a hot air balloon?
Pity the bird. Annoying hot air balloon.
Lucky us.
yes, the bird was created with wings, so maybe it knows better how to use those (it is his own wings, after all)…
or maybe, if it’s still new with flying and we think the balloon is of no help to it, maybe we can help the bird fly on its own…
but if we can’t… should we even think the bird has been been carried away from us?
Do we own the bird?
Does the hot air balloon own the bird?
Whose perspective are we using here?
The hot air balloon’s?
The bird’s?
Ours?
Cue up ‘Falling Away From Me’ (KoRn)
yeah, and i did nothing to stop the process
Death is the only entity that can take another away without their consent.
Unlike constance above who did nothing, I was the one who tied the one I care about to the balloon.
I do not own, nor do I command.
My devotion lies in my eternal servitude.
I obey even when to do so is to shatter my heart.
Were you the one who tied the noose around the one you care about’s neck? Nice and tight?
When I was younger once, I watched something dear to me get carried over the trees on a balloon.
Yes, My best friend got pulled away from me.
she was sucked into bad influences by another
she became a cruel person
a follower.
someone who she is not.
There’s not a Day I don’t think about her
:(