Your children are Not Your Children

Thank you to my dear friend Anu Singh for sharing this beautiful poem with me.

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 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.

—- Poem written by Lebanese-born American artist, philosopher and writer Khalil Gibran.

Why Do You Climb Mountains?

“The mountains are calling and I must go.” – John Muir

“Ambal, tell me again, why do you have trudge up these hills and mountains? Why do you go on these high-altitude hikes? What is up there?”

It is difficult to answer this question. There is so many dimensions to climbing.

Here is one of the answers – Visual Treat.

Check out this short 360-degree view from Clouds Rest at 9,931 ft. Sorry about the shaky phone video – the winds were quite strong.

This is what it really takes to climb any mountain (both the real and the metaphorical). Put one foot in front of another. And, repeat. - Ambal Balakrishnan