It watches the candles flicker. It feels the vibration of laughter. It bobs gently as a toddler pats its side. While the pinata gets smashed and the cake gets devoured, the balloon remains. It is not the hero of the party—it is the atmosphere .
Whoosh.
The Special Average Balloon is no longer grounded. It is no longer tied down. It rises past the roof, past the telephone wires, into the open sky. For a moment, the child below cries. But the balloon? The balloon is finally free . Journey of a Special Average Balloon -Normal Do...
The average balloon didn't just float. It ascended . It didn't just exist. It witnessed . We spend our lives terrified of being average. We buy expensive things to prove we are not. We curate our social media to hide the normal moments. We believe that if we are not exceptional, we are failing. It watches the candles flicker