Let your dreams be your wings

Well I know there are no wings in this painting, but I think we all wish we had some. What would you do with the balloons? Would you hang on and let them rise, (but you might fall).

Would you pull your balloons back down the ladder and stay with the cat? Who would care for the cat if you flew away? Dreams are like that. Sometimes its a matter of letting go…sometimes it’s all about holding on. Wings are for another day.