I hate blowing up balloons. They taste strange and powdery. It hurts your cheeks to blow then up and can be tiring if the balloon is large and thick. Tying them off is awkward and can pinch your fingers.
People are like balloons. If they aren't filled up enough they are too soft and won't rise. They are sad looking and lack purpose. If they are filled up with too much hot air they have the potential to burst and are disconcerting to be around. When a balloon is filled up the right amount, it is light, buoyant and achieves the size and shape it was meant to have.
I once knew a gloriously wild woman who first introduced the concept to me of the importance of filling up the right amount of space in the world. Some people probably thought she took up more space than was due to her, with what my boyfriend would refer to as witch hair, and a certain flair for the dramatic as she walked with her head held high. I wouldn't agree. She was simply comfortable in her own skin and that can be intimidating. Filling up your own ballon does not prevent others from doing the same. If anything, it is an invitation to join in. The more balloons the better at this party we are all invited to.
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