Balloons always make me smile. To imagine, not a worry to be had, nothing to ground them, just waiting for a bit of wind to carry them away. Of course balloons do have some concerns, sharp edges which might cause them to pop or the ever present threat that someone might forget to hold on tight, and you will go floating away to points unknown. But still it is pretty easy to be a balloon. I think we as humans, get into trouble when we don't act like a balloon. Holding on for dear life, afraid that change might threaten us. Not having the ability to go with the flow. Being weighed down with burdens and worries, and not letting our true selves take flight. God make me more balloon like, but never forget to hold tight to my string.