The Good Kite: A Tale of Jumping, Falling, and Flying

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by Caleb Hutton

The sky was blue, the grass was green, and two kites sat upon the hill and stared up into the sky.

“Oh, how I wish to be up there among the birds and the clouds. Oh, how I wish to catch the wind and fly”, they both said, gleaming at the thought of flying so high. They knew they were meant for more than just sitting upon the hill.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew over them.

“Did you feel that?” asked the Good Kite.

“Yes, I want so badly to fly up into the sky,” the Bad Kite said. “He shall come. The wind shall come and get us.”

The Good Kite and the Bad Kite laid on the ground and waited for the wind to come and pick them up. But the Good Kite could not wait.

“I must go now. I cannot wait!”

So the Good Kite stood and ran. He ran across the fields, jumping, and leaping. He fell once, and then twice, and then a third time.

“Look at you,” The Bad Kite said, laughing. “You're accomplishing nothing!”

But the Good Kite ignored his friend. He stood up and kept running.He ran and jumped and leaped and spread out his arms until suddenly a gust of wind came up and swept beneath him.

“I’m flying! I’m flying!”

The wind raised the Good Kite high into the air and there among the clouds, and the birds, and the vibrant blue sky he looked down upon the world. He felt the wind, heard it’s voice, and smiled as it took him higher and higher.

“How marvelous! How marvelous.” he said and turned to greet his friend, but he was alone. He glanced down at the field and saw the Bad Kite still laying on top of the hill, waiting for the wind to come and pick him up.

The Good Kite shouted down to his friend.

“My friend, my friend! You must run! You must run and leap and jump, and sometimes fall, so that the wind might catch you and bring you up here with me.”

But the Bad Kite did not move.

“No my friend,” the Bad Kite answered. “I shall wait for the wind. It is too tiring to run, and to leap, and to jump. Why waste the energy? Beside, look how tattered and worn you are now from all that leaping and running. The wind will come soon enough.”

But the wind never came for the Bad Kite. And as he laid there, waiting, the Good Kite soared across the skies, flyer higher and higher.

“Inspiration is for amateurs. The rest of us just show up and get to work.”

- Chuck Close -