At least We Met

Kite

          I was standing outside our house when I saw a child holding a thread in his hand and at the end of it is a kite freely flying at the sky. Suddenly, the kite windswept. I walked to where he was standing.

          "Why did you let go of the thread?" I asked.

          "No matter how much I want to keep grasping the kite, if the strong wind blew, I don't have any choice but to let go and wait until it came back." He answered.

          "But the chances are low. Once you let go of the thread, it will never go back to you." I said.

          "I know." He simply replied.

          "You know and you still let it go?" I'm confused.

          "Maybe someone would pick it up. Then hold it better than what I did."