Free to fly with the wind. Yet freedom from restraint simply put it at the mercy of an unsympathetic breeze. It fluttered ungracefully to the ground and landed in a tangled mass of weeds and string against a dead bush. Free to lie powerless in the dirt, to be blown helplessly along the ground and to lodge, lifeless, against the first obstruction. How much like kites we sometimes are.
Restraint is a necessary counterpart to the winds of opposition.
Some of us tug at the rules so hard that we never soar to reach the heights we might have obtained. Let us each rise to the great heights that lie in store for us, recognizing that some of the restraints that we may chafe under are actually the steadying force that helps us ascend and achieve. Soar - Wayne B. Lynn A smooth sea never made a skillful mariner, neither do uninterrupted prosperity and success qualify for usefulness and happiness. The storms of adversity, like those of the ocean, rouse the faculties, and excite the invention, prudence, skill and fortitude or the voyager. The martyrs of ancient times, in bracing their minds to outward calamities, acquired a loftiness of purpose and a moral heroism worth a lifetime of softness and security.