Today I thought that at times there is more love in letting go that in wanting to retain at all costs. I write sometimes because you can let go of even indifference, and there's love, there is very little.
You try to see a strange feeling to go away knowing that a person is the right thing in spite of the suffering endured by turning away from her is infinite.
I am reminded of the parent-child relationship, for example ...
I am reminded of Khalil Gibran (1883-1931)
Your children are not your children.
are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They do not come from you, but through you,
And though they are with you do not belong there.
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 can not visit, not even in dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward, and does not waste time with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are launched.
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 the hand be striving with joy;
Because if he loves the arrow that flies, also loves the bow that is balance.
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