How can you be free unless you break the chains you have fastened around yourslef?
You'll be free indeed not when your days are without a care, nor your nights without grief, But rather when these things bind up your life and yet you rise above them unbound.
You children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of life's longing for itself.
They came through you but not from you. Though they're with you, they belong to themselves.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have thoughts of their own.
You may house their bodies not their souls. For their souls dwell in a house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit 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, he loves the bow that is stable.