And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children." And he said:
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.
From The Prophet
by Kahlil Gibran
Monday, September 12, 2005
Thursday, September 01, 2005
Christmas with aunt Syan and aunt Swan
One Christmas, aunt Swan with her children, took the train from Surabaya to visit us. Aunt Syan's family also visit us almost every Christmas from Jakarta. Vovo, mas Piet (brother of oom Darus), Ivan oom Darus, aunt Syan, Irene, Inge, Chris, aunt Swan, Lisa, mom, me, dad
Tebet 1978
Ivan, aunt Syan, Irene. mom, dad, Oom Darus at the back, me, Vovo, at aunt Syan's home in Tebet, Jakarta
Surabaya 1978
During family trip to Bali, uncle Sun Gwan and his family with my mom, granma, aunt Clara visited aunt Swan's family in Surabaya. About 1000 km drive from Cimahi on a minibus
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