Gibran
Your child is not your child.
They are children born of life's desire for themselves.
They came into this world with your help, not because of you.
They are by your side, but they don't belong to you.
What you can give them is your love, not your thoughts.
Because they have their own ideas.
You can shelter their bodies, but not their souls;
Because their souls belong to tomorrow, to tomorrow you can't imagine,
You can try to be like them, but don't let them be like you;
Because life will not go backwards and will not stay in the past.
You are a bow, and your children are your arrows.
Archers look at the target on the way to the future,
He tried his best to pull you away, so that his arrow could shoot fast and far.
Bend in the archer's hands with a happy heart,
Because he loves the arrow that flies all the way and the bow that is extremely stable.
Your child is not your child.
They are children born of life's desire for themselves.
They came into this world with your help, not because of you.
They are by your side, but they don't belong to you.
What you can give them is your love, not your thoughts.
Because they have their own ideas.
You can shelter their bodies, but not their souls.
Because their souls belong to tomorrow, to tomorrow you can't imagine,
You can try your best to be like them,
But don't let them become like you,
Because life will not go backwards and will not stay in the past.
You are a bow, and your children are your arrows.
Archers look at the target on the way to the future,
He tried his best to pull you away, so that his arrow could shoot fast and far.
Bend in the archer's hands with a happy heart,
Because he loves the arrow that flies all the way and the bow that is extremely stable.