Ring, Stings and Troublesome things

Author of the famous hymn “Amazing Grace, John Newton, arising from a dream one night wrote a poem titled “The Kite or the Fall of Pride”
Once upon a time a paper kite; was mounted to a wondrous height,
Where, giddy with its elevation, it thus expressed self-admiration
See how yon crowds of gazing people; admire my flight above the steeple;
How they would wonder if they knew, all that a kite like me can do?

Were I but free, I’d take a flight, and pierce the clouds beyond their sight.
“But, ah! like a poor prisoner bound, my string confines me near the ground:
I’d brave the eagle’s towering wing, might I but fly without a string.”
It tugged and pulled, while thus it spoke, to break the string; at last it broke.

In vain it tried to soar away; unable its own weight to bear,
It fluttered downward through the air;
Unable its own course to guide, the winds soon plunged it in the tide.
Ah! Foolish kite; thou hadst no wing; How could thou fly without a string?

The complete poem is an analogy used by John Newton to draw a comparison (similarity) between a kite soaring high on the sky and the susceptibility of a human mind towards intensified feelings sometimes.

At some specified periods of our animate existence, life feels like a series of contentious speech and acts. In likeness of things, I do consider some of the “strings” that makes me feel vaguely constrained. Vows, Promises, Commitments, Responsibilities are an exemplification of some linear sequences of our lives. Some of you will harmonize with my opinion that at times they tie us down but also our strings confine us near the ground. They hold me up when I need the most so that I can explore my own skies while keeping myself rooted.

“Before cutting any string, make sure it’s not one that’s holding you up”