Seems eons ago that I wrote a poem in my younger days about MIRAGE and those can only exist in a desert, right?

When everyone was younger, a child of mine -- the wild one so active and playful and LIFE itself -- kept rolling on the sands of Grand Beach (do a google search! Manitoba) while the parents got concerned and rightly so (sand can *blind* you in a desert or if it gets in the eyes!) the simple truth emerged!

Who really controls the thread of life, of human destiny and human experience?

Why do some get hurt so easily, while others simply roll with the punches?

Why do some keep looking for help and succour and lash out angrily when they do not get what they THINK they deserved?

While others keep smiling compassionately?

Rohiniranjan

Realising that parenting is responsibility without ownership but responsibility with compassion.....like its said that they come through us and not from us.

TO US for the asking/begging ... was the khulja SIMSIM!

Please elaborate.

Oh that should have been simple and obvious,,,

Children are not sent through us or from us but TO US!

TO US because we really really asked and begged for them to come to us, whether we remember or not!

How else would we humans be able to love them so readily and unconditionally

RR