Here at least, I can be myself.

 

Rather take my time

I’d rather take my time and eat a watermelon

I was walking on the gardens of an insane asylum when I met a young man reading a philosophy book.

your best self

I’d rather do spontaneous activities

For his manners and the health he portrayed, he didn’t quite match with the patients there. I sat beside him and asked: “What are you doing here?” He looked at me surprised. But as he saw that I wasn’t one of the doctors, he answered: “That’s very simple. My father, a brilliant lawyer, wanted me to be like him.

do what you love

I’d rather be with my cat, Lucy

“My uncle, an owner of a large commercial warehouse, wanted me to follow his example. My mother wanted me to become the image of her beloved father. My sister always cited her husband as the example of a well-succeeded man. My brother tried to train me to become an excellent athlete like him.”

Rather look for a sign

I’d rather be an adventurer rather than look for a sign

“And the same happened with my teachers at school, the piano teacher, the English tutor: all of them were convinced and resolute; they were the best examples to be followed. No one looked at me like someone should look to a man — but as if they looked into a mirror.”

no one lives like you

Would you rather be you?

“That way, I decided to admit myself in this asylum. Here at least, I can be myself.”

With this tale, I’d Rather Be… ME.

Tale by Kahlil Gibran

16 thoughts on “Here at least, I can be myself.

    • Hi Elizabeth, it can be sad but it’s a relief to find your place on earth. I don’t feel sadness for the writer more sad for the people who insisted how people would ‘rather’ be. A great lesson for bringing up children in the world. Blessings. Perpetua

  1. To what extent do we let our children to be left to be what they want to be ???
    Hmmm- I just want them to be a good
    citizen, productive and capable people
    ♥️ Poteet .

    • On Children – Kahlil Gibran

      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.

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