It was a very windy evening in Greenwich. As I walked my way through the riverside park to get some pictures, I came across an old gentleman who was there with his granddaughter. The girl had clenched a pink balloon in her hand, like a prized possession and playing around the park on her scooter. After a while, the little girl asked her granddad to take her closer to the river as she wanted to see the river from the railing. While they were standing there, a strong gust of wind blew the pink balloon from the girl's hand. The girl shouted and started to cry and stamp her feet. She instructed her grand dad to get her the balloon.
Grand dad whispered something in the girl's ear and in a moment, the girl was smiling, waving goodbye to the balloon.
I wondered what the gentleman whispered and was tempted to ask him. Being a father myself, it can be quite handy sometimes :) . I quickly captured the balloon, as it flew away. Because the gentleman had in a moment taught that little girl, one of life's biggest lessons, of letting go.
As they say,
LETTING GO ISN'T ABOUT GIVING UP. IT'S ABOUT ACCEPTING THAT THERE ARE THINGS THAT CANNOT BE.