I was sitting on a cabin porch with an ocean view, reading my favourite book, the black swan.
That’s the kind of moment you say is the ultimate relaxation.
But…
Every few minutes, my kids interrupted me.
Each interruption carried two feelings at once:
annoyance… and joy.
I wanted silence.
I wanted to read.
I wanted to relax.
But I also needed them nearby.
Because I know this interruption will be missed.
I’ll get many of these moments when I get older.
Perfect views.
Perfect quiet.
Books, uninterrupted, all day long.
But I’ll beg for meaning.
The meaning that comes from one small voice:
“Daddy, can you not read and play with me?”
Kids are loud.
They break your focus and your plans.
But they give you meaning…
Meaning rooted in attachment lasts forever.
Mohsin With E 
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