children eventually outgrow their parents. we all know it. wether we like it or not is irrelevant. there is no point in denying or fighting. it is the way things needs to be. confronting and beautiful all at once. but in witnessing this transition happen, in aknowledging being overtaken, in helping and facilitating this constant growth and blossoming, in the tender look of Baloo and Bagheera watching Mowgli walk off to the village, there lay the purest form of love i could ever have imagined.
I was walking through the library when i saw this.
a schoolwork by Zsuzsa. it’s always good to meander through library isles. one never knows what one can find.
