When I was around 5-6, I joined a school project where we released hundreds of balloons up in the air. Attached to it, was a basket full of encouraging messages, hoping that it'll reach the right person. However, as I saw it go, I pitied the journey of the balloons. I knew that although it was released together, each one of them surely must've gone through that mission alone. Solo.
It was like tearing apart a big happy family.
Sometimes I just wonder if any, ever 'met' again, and got reunited, even in the oddest way.