De vez em quando gosto de abrir um livro à sorte e ler algumas páginas. Hoje o dia não tinha corrido completamente a meu favor, e quando cheguei a casa resolvi pegar num desses livros que já não leio há tanto tempo - "O Profeta" de Kahlil Gibran. É um daqueles livros deliciosos, cheios de sabedoria, poesia, pequenas coisas do dia a dia dos seres humanos. Diz verdades de uma forma muito simples. O Profeta vai falando sobre os temas que lhe são pedidos e um deles é sobre as Crianças. Cada palavra que li era a resposta para todas as minhas dúvidas. Aqui vai:
..."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."