there was a girl who had a balloon. it was red, shiny, & the kind of balloon that everyone wanted. it was beautiful & she loved it so very much, but she had so many fears - balloons take to the sky so easily, just a slip of the fingers & off it goes, & balloons also never ever come back. in order to spare the pain & thought of losing it for good, she picks up a needle & pricks it.
the beautiful red balloon explodes with the most bittersweet pop; thus her worries & fears were gone but her balloon was lost forevermore by her own undoing.
change, for me, is never a good thing; even if it were something i had wished for at some point of my life because the grass was always greener on the other side. i dont want to invoke the whole 'be careful what you wish for' argument because it would make my situation sound so dark & cryptic when it really is far from that.
however, sometimes, i felt that i am left falling apart because i forgot all about me.