True story

At a village fair, a black boy saw a man selling balloons.
The man was a good trader because he let the red balloon soar high in the air and thus attracted a lot of attention from countless children, possibly small buyers.

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Life is like a balloon, If you never let your self gone, you will never know how far you can rise!

Then he dropped a blue balloon, then a yellow one, then a white one.
They all began to ascend to the sky until they disappeared from view.
The little boy looked at the black balloon for a long time and then asked the seller:

“Sir, if you let go of that black balloon, will it rise like the others?”

The balloon seller smiled warmly at the boy, then dropped the thread holding the black balloon, and as the balloon rose high in the air, he said:
“Son, this is not about colors. “What’s in it lifts it into the air to fly high.”