When people say "stop to smell the roses" I have to laugh because sometimes I think my life is so slow how can I not stop to smell the roses, the point is, I don't.
Almost every morning I get up, usually struggling in pain, but I at least get up and get in the car to go to work. On my way to work I drive through canyons that I have dearly loved all my life. When I start on my journey what greets me are hot air balloons. Sometimes the concept of smelling the roses is just the actual act of analysing the concept of why things are with yourself. I looked at those balloons and wondered why do they always make me happy.
Today I found the answer. There isn't a child that I have known that wasn't more excited about a balloon than the toys they may play with. Balloons are a concept of why does that balloon lift off and if I let go where will it land. The variety of colors can trigger the happy senses of anyone. Balloons were created for a variety of reasons to celebrating a birthday to actually inventing the blimp for football games.
I have flown in a small plane, a jet, I have jumped out of planes and even though you sort of get the concept of how this huge thing stays in the air, the mere volume of noise competes with your thought waves of what am I really doing up here. Hot air balloons allows you the peace, the silence and the time to allow those thoughts of why am I happy in this unbelievable understanding object to take me above the ground, above my real life, and above my problems.
My husband is afraid of planes, he will go in them, but he definitely does not like them. As childlike as my husband is, every morning when he sees the hot air balloons he screams through the house repetitively of the amount of balloons in the air. It brings us back to days of youth and folly.
The days when it is dark and gloomy doesn't allow those balloons to launch and I realize those are the days that I am my sadest. Wouldn't it be nice if life was easy as going up in a hot air balloon.
