We all have attachments that we are tied to: an ideal, a task, a religion, a creed, a diet, a relationship, an obligation, a philosophy, a way of life. On bad days it can make us feel like a puppet. But imagine one day, those puppet strings are cut. Would we be free-falling through our life in a state of grace or would we weep for our loss of ties? Everything that we have chosen as our identity lies within our puppet strings. I take a moment to hear the quiet sound of my own breath and my soul feels bigger. My attachments begin to loosen, but do not give way. And that is just how I like it.