Quotespirational Thursdays

paper-towns

If you have read Paper Towns, you’ll know the story of the red balloon. Let me have the author give a better explanation:

“Listen, kid. This is what happens: Somebody-girl usually-got a free spirit, doesn’t get on too good with her parents. These kids, they’re like tied-down helium balloons. They strain against the string and strain against it, and then something happens, and that string gets cut, and they just fly away. And maybe you never see the balloon again. It lands in Canada or somethin’, gets work at a restaurant, and before the balloon even notices, it’s been pouring coffee in that same dinner to the same sad bastards for thirty years. Or maybe three or four years from now or three or four days from now, the prevailing winds take the balloon back home, because it needs money, or it sobered up, or it misses its kid brother. But listen, kid, that string gets cut all the time.”

“Yeah, bu-”

“I’m not finished, kid.


The thing about these balloons is that there are so goddamned many of them. The sky is choked full of them, rubbing up against one another as they float to here or from there, and every one of those damned balloons ends up on my desk, one way or another, and after awhile a man can get discouraged. Everywhere the balloons, and each of them with a mother and father, or God forbid both, and after a while, you can’t even see’em individually. You look up at all the balloons in the sky and you can see all of the balloons, but you cannot see any one balloon.”

― Good reads: John Green, Paper Towns

Would you like to know my review?

Well, This balloon and these balloons exist. Whether because of rebelling, or certain situations that they have been brought up in, or just for the desire to be set free and experience the world for themselves. These balloons are misunderstood, they are tied up so that they don’t unleash themselves into the wild, in the end causing a chaos for the family balloons. The point is, these balloons don’t only want to float away with the wind, but I believe they want their string attached in the form of  “roots” – to have a place to go back and be accepted, to not have that string cut even once. Every time their string cuts, they make themselves anew. They try to find themselves and somewhere they’ll be happy by being someone else, having the fact in mind that they weren’t accepted as they originally were before.

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