Farther n Farther.....Father Where art thou???
''To be a Father is even more difficult...to be a father is not so naural.
Father is a social phenomenon.We have created fathers.It doesnt exist in nature.
To be a father is still more difficult because there is no natural instinct and it
is Difficult''
-OSHO
Build me a Son, O Lord who will be strong enough to know when he is weak,brave enough to face himself when he is afraid;one who will be proud and unbending in honest defeat,and humble and gentle in victory.
Lead him,I pray ,not in the path of ease and comfort,but under the stress and spur of difficulties and challenges.Let him learn to stand up in the storm;Let him learn compassion for those who fail.
Build me a Son whose heart is clear,whose goal will be high, a son who will master himself before he seeks to master others,one who will reach into the future,yet never forget the past.
And after all these things are his,add ,I pray,enough of a sense of humour,so that he may always be serious,yet never take himself too seriously.Give him humility,so that he may always remember simplicity of true greatness,the open mind of true mindnes and meekness of true strength.
Then I his Father will dare to whisper''I have not lived in vain.''
(Douglas Mac Arthur while commanding defence in philippness WW II)
The cold distant person does have a life...he must have joked with friends,ogled at girls and fantasized abt greatness....Why do the old lose confidence in their eyes?Their furtive glances and melancholic smile.The spirit has ebbed and what remains is a preamble mask bound to be blown away in winds of unforgiving life.
(old man i musta met at many places)
The body lies still,head grinded to the warm tar road and blood mixes freely unabahsed and joyful at bring set free.Humanity marches past you sullenly, like a child being forced to sit still a moment ,forced to face the reality away from their debauchery greed passion loveliness et all......
(accident on highway)
Father is a social phenomenon.We have created fathers.It doesnt exist in nature.
To be a father is still more difficult because there is no natural instinct and it
is Difficult''
-OSHO
Build me a Son, O Lord who will be strong enough to know when he is weak,brave enough to face himself when he is afraid;one who will be proud and unbending in honest defeat,and humble and gentle in victory.
Lead him,I pray ,not in the path of ease and comfort,but under the stress and spur of difficulties and challenges.Let him learn to stand up in the storm;Let him learn compassion for those who fail.
Build me a Son whose heart is clear,whose goal will be high, a son who will master himself before he seeks to master others,one who will reach into the future,yet never forget the past.
And after all these things are his,add ,I pray,enough of a sense of humour,so that he may always be serious,yet never take himself too seriously.Give him humility,so that he may always remember simplicity of true greatness,the open mind of true mindnes and meekness of true strength.
Then I his Father will dare to whisper''I have not lived in vain.''
(Douglas Mac Arthur while commanding defence in philippness WW II)
The cold distant person does have a life...he must have joked with friends,ogled at girls and fantasized abt greatness....Why do the old lose confidence in their eyes?Their furtive glances and melancholic smile.The spirit has ebbed and what remains is a preamble mask bound to be blown away in winds of unforgiving life.
(old man i musta met at many places)
The body lies still,head grinded to the warm tar road and blood mixes freely unabahsed and joyful at bring set free.Humanity marches past you sullenly, like a child being forced to sit still a moment ,forced to face the reality away from their debauchery greed passion loveliness et all......
(accident on highway)
posted by Knaves at 6:05 PM
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