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On Children

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There is so much we can learn from children:

Their natural state of being in the moment.

Their lively playfulness.

Their vulnerable openness.

Their contagious laughter.

Their unlimited trust.

Their free expression of emotions.

Observing and being with children reveals valuable lessons about life.

Kahlil Gibran (January 6, 1883 – April 10, 1931) was a Lebanese-American writer. He wrote a beautiful poem named “On Children“:

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 your 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.

 

Author adminPosted on 2018-11-182018-11-18Categories uncategorizedTags children, khalil gibran, poemLeave a comment on On Children

If by Rudyard Kipling

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,

    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you

    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

by Rudyard Kipling (born on 30 December 1865, in Bombay, India – died on 18 January 1936, aged 70, in London, UK)

Author adminPosted on 2018-11-142018-11-14Categories wowTags poem, rudyard kiplingLeave a comment on If by Rudyard Kipling

This is the personal blog of Ivica Baraba. I’m an entrepreneur at PES, a creative workshop for eye-catching artisanal Point of Sale material drinks consumers notice.

Additionally, as co-founder of VAU, I’m exploring the connection betweeen everyday design objects and mindful living.

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