To my parents, if i am not what they wanted me to be . . .

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may 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,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let our bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

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The 3 A's of awesome

The 3 A's of awesome

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Chuna muna :-)

Lolz
My sister was showing me what she read today in her poem book and i got on laughing :-D

She said its not very funny then why are you laughing. I smilled :-) its a long story Will tell you when we get time.

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what is reality

“I don’t know what to do. I only know that it’s taken me years to understand that life was pushing me in a direction I didn’t want to go in.”
‘You say people create their own reality,’ said patient , ‘but what is reality?’

Dr. answered:

‘ It’s not necessarily the best or the most logical, but it’s the one that has become adapted to the desires of society as a whole. You see this thing i’ve got round my neck?’

‘You mean your tie?’

‘Exactly. A madman, however, would say that what I have round my neck is a ridiculous, useless bit of coloured cloth tied in a very complicated way, and which makes it harder to get air into your lungs and difficult to turn your neck.

‘If a mad person were to ask me what this tie is for, I would have to say, absolutely nothing. The only really useful function a tie serves is the sense of relief when you get home and take it off; you feel as if you’ve freed yourself from something, though quite what you don’t know.

‘ But if you answer ” a tie is a symbol of social status” you are normal. If you answer “a tie is a useless bit of coloured cloth” you are mad’.
“You are someone who is different, but who wants to be the same as everyone else. And that in my view is a serious illness.”
“Live. If you live, God will live with you. If only everyone could know and live with their inner craziness…people would be fairer and happier.”

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