So much of the good we have, things we are proud of, our looks, our most innate traits, are in truth merely gifts. They are an inheritance in our blood, nature’s largesse for us to build on.But what we become is a factor of what we do with what we are given.We can hold these gifts as talisman, to seek the good beyond them, to figure out our dharma, the very core of why we are in this world. Or we can just let them define us in shallow ways, as we work behind the facade, building our dynasty of desire.I am just glad to be part of a family which is both my biggest cheerleader and the sternest rapper of knuckles possible.Our strictest teachers are the ones who love us the most. The ones who hammer into us where we’ve gone astray are the ones who cry and pray for us in the silence of the night.I am blessed to be born to the parents I have. Not that he has much choice, but I hope my son looks back to me some day and feels the same thing.

If you liked this poem, consider listening to these other poems on how kindness changes lives - 

• Maybe, a little kindness
• What I Miss is the Tender Moment
• The Grace That We Give

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