151 • Night Flying

151 • Night Flying

Again, I’ve been out half the night
Retrieving what’s left of my kite
Always trapped in a tree
Or on wires I can’t see.
Is there something I’m not doing right?

How often we falter along, locked compulsively into a simple yet crippling life-mistake! Next time you encounter a midnight kite-flyer, bite back your natural contempt for their stupidity and perverseness, rather taking them aside and – perhaps with half-a-dozen kindly-chosen words – setting their whole life on a new and conceivably happier course.

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