UM(1) Creative Writing Club (Activity)

Poda

The sun has risen from the east. It is a new day. The world becomes alive again as if the spell is broken. It is a loop like a single song on repeat that keeps playing until the battery dies. Everyone has their own song with different melodies and tunes. Nevertheless, not a single soul can escape the loop.
Fish reside in water whether it's in a bowl, a stream, a river or an ocean. Birds spend most of their lives flying in the air, either in cities or in forests. Humans, of course, the creatures that are found almost everywhere on earth, they're also where they're meant to be.
And, where am I in my life?
If you ask me, I'm currently stuck in one of the branches of a tree. I've been here for three days which is why I had a chance to pause my never ending journey and observe the world from a different perspective. It's a good thing but it really doesn't change a thing when I can't
be in control of my life.
'Whoosh!' At that moment, a strong gush of wind releases me from the restraints. I'm free again. I thought settling down somewhere would put meaning in my life. Boy, I was wrong because it didn't change who I am. A yellow balloon with a long string attached. I've been floating from the moment I've been released into the air. Floating is good but somehow, I feel incomplete. The thought of not being able to resist wherever the wind takes me or whatever holds me back all my life is making me stressed.
However, I'm lucky enough to still be floating which means I'm still alive. The very thought of being destroyed by a sharp object frightens me from the airy head to the string. It is the greatest fear of my pathetic excuse of a life.
The wind is now taking me to a park where a lot of people are having fun. A little girl in ponytail sees me and takes me down by my string. She is very delighted at the sight of me. For a moment, I thought, 'Is this the purpose of my life? Entertaining people and making them happy.' The little girl holds me in her chubby hands and runs along the stony path. Here we go again, taking me to wherever she desires. Once again, I'm restrained.But this time, it costs me something big.
"Boom!" The yellow rubber skin shrinks and falls to the ground.
"Oh no! It's gone!" The girl cries. Her mom comes rushing to her.
"It's ok, honey. I'll buy you another one exactly the same like this one." Soon the little girl gets another yellow balloon and she is finally happy with the replica. Nobody will ever know that there was once a yellow balloon which had been floating all its life.
The fate of a sad balloon has finally reached the end.

Years have passed. Fish are swimming in the pond. Birds are flying in the sky. And people are struggling for their life. While everyone is focusing on surviving, thriving and achieving, a certain someone is living its life to the fullest. It is none other than the summer breeze.
It is a happy breeze void of miseries and regrets. The breeze casually flows through trees, parks, windows, buildings and even through people's souls. It carries pollens with it and helps them pollinate. It livens up the atmosphere and refreshens the exhausted souls on its way. It can take up various forms; a cool breeze in summer, a chilling wind in winter and humid air in the rain. It has traveled to the north and south, and to the east and west. It has seen pink flowers, red blood, blue sky and other colors of all shades.
Unlike other living things, it sings a variety of songs and melodies on shuffle according to its mood. After all the years it has travelled, it has heard all kinds of melodies that exist on this very earth.
Being a breeze is very delightful. Finally, it is where it belongs.

A girl in her late teens is sitting under a tree. She is gazing mindlessly and seems to be lost in thought. Her face is showing traces of distress. The breeze flows past her, ruffling her hair and releasing it from the tight ponytail. Her black silky strands are flowing in every direction making her seem ethereal.
The breeze whispered in her ears before it flew far away.
" Take a risk. Limitations and boundaries do not define you. You are what you are on the inside. Step out and you'll find the best version of the inner you."
The wise words of the summer breeze remained in her mind as a dreamy illusion. But they are what encouraged Sue to become a successful artist in the future in stead of being stuck in an office room all day long.