THE FATE OF CHILDREN
And a woman wearing a child from his chest a teacher asked: Tell us about the children. And he responded.
Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of the yearnings that life has of itself. They come through you but not from you and even if they live with you, do not belong.
You can give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls. For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, not even in dreams it is given visit.
You may strive to be like them, but do not try to make them like you. Because life is not going backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows through which your children as living arrows are fired.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and bends you with all your strength so that their arrows are swift and far.
That made it to be bent in the hands of the goalkeeper is for your happiness, that just as He loves the arrow that shoots also loves the bow that stands firm, which is why you you had the opportunity to live your life and freedom love and make your life.
Let your children fly the nest alone when the time comes and they are claimed to return, they will love you forever and will have their nest from which some day they remain alone, but it was his nest and his life let them free, love them freely, not quench the fire of your home, live and let live and they always will. Khalil Gibran
GIBRAN
Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of the yearnings that life has of itself. They come through you but not from you and even if they live with you, do not belong.
You can give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls. For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, not even in dreams it is given visit.
You may strive to be like them, but do not try to make them like you. Because life is not going backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows through which your children as living arrows are fired.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and bends you with all your strength so that their arrows are swift and far.
That made it to be bent in the hands of the goalkeeper is for your happiness, that just as He loves the arrow that shoots also loves the bow that stands firm, which is why you you had the opportunity to live your life and freedom love and make your life.
Let your children fly the nest alone when the time comes and they are claimed to return, they will love you forever and will have their nest from which some day they remain alone, but it was his nest and his life let them free, love them freely, not quench the fire of your home, live and let live and they always will. Khalil Gibran
GIBRAN
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