Children

Kids. They give me the will to live and the courage to die.

I don’t mean that in a morbid way at all. It’s as though they give a new meaning to an old word.  They take something from you and keep it safe in them. You no longer have the  burden of carrying this unknown thing you carried all this time with you, as they have it safely with them.

I am a father of two now. I get it. Its work, is it rewarding, really I don’t know. Is it worth it? absolutely. I know the world is yet to part its perils and knowledge upon their lives. I know it may not be this way for long. I know they will grow out of us. But their innocence as babies is beautiful. And my love for them will be the same. If god were to come down and show you and me what unbound innocent love and affection is. It’s those little ones in your arms, quietly smiling at you, as though it was an unsung moment of  heaven and earth meeting quietly. Trusting your arms around them as they cuddle their love and innocence upon you. I have never seen god with my eyes, but I have seen them smile and that would do for now.