But like a Phoenix, I’ve been reborn from the ashes. The wings you clipped when
we were young have regenerated. They’ve unfurled like a newborn flower, and I’ve
taken to the sky once more.
You can’t hurt me now. I’m out of reach.
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My nephew Mason had his fourth birthday party last December, and the house was saturated with plastic helium balloons. When the festivities were over, I tried to think of things I could do with them (other than make myself sound like a chipmunk) so they wouldn’t completely go to waste.
Suddenly inspired, I grabbed a sheet of paper, scribbled a note and attached it to one of the balloons before releasing it into the sky. It was my hope that I could instill a sense of mystery and wonder into a random stranger’s life.
This is what the note said:
You might be wondering who I am. But who I am is a mystery. All the evidence you have of my existence is this solitary note.
That’s part of what makes life so interesting. From the big mysteries, like what we are and why we’re here, to the small mysteries, like who that crazy guy is who’s sending notes out on balloons.
Enjoy life. Enjoy the mystery. <3
In the very unlikely event you happen to be the person who found my note, please let me know in the comments below!
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