That night, I was walking on the street when I was suddenly attracted by a glowing balloon. It floats in the air, like a tiny star, standing out conspicuously in the night. I stopped to look at it for a long time. Suddenly, I felt that this glowing balloon actually looked quite like each of us.

The balloon itself is nothing special; it’s just made of ordinary rubber or plastic. But once it is filled with air and the lamp inside is lit, it can emit light, float up, and even illuminate a small patch of darkness. Isn’t it the same for us humans? Everyone is born ordinary, but when we find our own beam of light – it could be a beloved career, a cherished person, or an inner belief – we will shine and become different.

I once met an old grandma selling glowing balloons. She said she worked in a factory during the day and came to sell balloons at night. Although it was hard work, seeing those glowing balloons bought by the children and the smiles on their faces, she felt it was all worth it. At that moment, her entire being was shining. Her light comes from that simple yet firm sense of responsibility – to support her grandson’s college education.

The glowing balloons also remind me of the brevity of life. They are beautiful, but eventually they will gradually fade and disappear. How much this resembles our lives! No matter how brilliant the youth is, no matter how passionate the love is, no matter how glorious the achievements are, they will eventually become the past. But precisely because we know it will come to an end, we should shine even brighter, shouldn’t we?

I bought a glowing balloon and held it in my hand. Its warm and gentle light illuminated my palm and also the path beneath my feet. Suddenly, I realized that we are all in search of our own light and, without even realizing it, become someone else’s light – a smile, a word of encouragement, or a helping hand might all be like this balloon, emitting a faint yet firm light in some dark corner.

It was late at night. I let go of my hand and watched the glowing balloon slowly rise into the sky, flying higher and higher, and finally merging into the starry sky. It turns out that every luminous body, regardless of its size, is illuminating the world in its own way. What we need to do is to find our own beam of light and then shine bravely and continuously. Even if it’s just a glimmer of light, it’s worth it.