Remember that scene in Forrest Gump when young Forrest and Jenny were hiding from her abusive father in the corn fields? They got down on their knees and Jenny began praying, “Dear God, make me a bird so I can fly far. Far far away from here.” Well, for some reason, I immediately thought of this scene when I walked by this guy the other day:
Maybe it was because I had just gotten off work, but I saw something in myself as I admired the huge, buoyant bouquet of balloons suspended in his hands on a single string. It was almost a metaphor for what I was feeling at the time… maybe if I just cut the string from that one heavy, monotonous thing holding me back, I would finally be able to fly free and do what I want. Crazy, I know, but there is something so desperate yet peaceful about what he was doing.
To be honest, I’m not entirely sure WHAT he was doing. As I approached him during my stroll home from work through Madison Square Park, I stopped (yes, I’m a New Yorker and yes, I actually stopped) ,and tried to put myself in his shoes. It was a little difficult doing this, as he was lying down and I was standing up a good 20 ft behind him, but I managed… And then I saw it; if I was this guy at this moment… I would probably be diverting people’s’ attention so as to diminish the boundless line at Shake Shack and make a run for it before anyone knew what hit them. They’d still be staring up at the balloons as they drifted off into the clear blue sky, and I would be greedily ordering a juicy double cheese burger with fries and an Arnold Palmer to go…Success.
Sometimes we think so much about the little nagging things, that we forget about the sweet, delicious reality we have right in front of us. What a smart guy 😉