In the movie The Red Balloon, a boy who once befriended a balloon later grieves for it. Some mean boys attacked it until it popped. That is always the hardest part of the movie for me to watch.
"Why are they doing that?" my oldest son had asked me when he was just a little boy watching the movie for the first time.
"They don't have a balloon that loves them and they don't want anyone else to have one either," I had answered him.
Aren't there a lot of people in the world who don't know love? They hurt inside and then they need that hurt to get out of them. Unfortunately, the only way they can think to remove their pain is to inflict it upon someone else. Hating them won't make the situation any better. They already hate and there is no reason to compound it.
Back to the balloon lying limp on the ground: the movie could logically end there but it doesn't. Instead of a sad ending, we see something fantastical---all the balloons of Paris suddenly fly up into the sky. They have somewhere to go and it is into the hands of the little boy who lost his friend at the hands of the mob. He thought he was alone but he wasn't. He holds on tightly to all the strings and he floats up and away.
We all have a choice to be a positive force in this world or to be a negative. Our legacy will be what we make out of our actions from day to day. For me, I don't want to be cruel and destructive. For me, I want to be full of kindness and creativity. I want to be floating on air, not shooting someone down.
It is hard to re-find our place in the world on days when the world seems to have slipped off its axis and fallen into an abyss. Lately, there has been so much misery. I can't stop what others are doing but I can reaffirm my need to be better than who I've been and hope that my efforts help the world be better as well.
Love and Light to All.