Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of longing
of life for its own
They come through you but not of you.
And though they are with you, they belong not to you yet.
your these companies is likely to give your love,
but not your thoughts,
because they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies give
but not their souls.
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, you can visit the
you not
not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
tried but do not you make them similar.
For life goes not backward nor tarries
with yesterday.
You are the bows will be sent out from which your children as living arrows
.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and he bends you with his power,
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending from the hand of the shooter
be for gladness;
for so he loves the arrow that
he loves also the bow that is stable.
Khalil Gibran
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