十级风般的心情已沉淀,然而,心灵之翼何时才能再度随风飘扬...

The other night I was contemplating, as a father, the many ways in which I've lived through many of the situations my children are living through, or will experience as they grow older.

It seems to me that this is true for all of us-- only the names and places are different.

Dear Son, We are the same.

I was young, strong, and full of life. Every minute was a lifetime.
We are the same.

I struggled through school, with friends, with change. At times I felt my life had no meaning. I’ve been in your shoes.
We are the same.

I lost confidence in myself, only to gain it back in unexpected ways.
We are the same.

I had difficulty understanding the importance of responsibility. I’ve learned it over time. You will too.
We are the same.

I found love, I lost love. I cried. You will too.
We are the same.

I did things I shouldn’t have done. I’ve paid the price for many, and live with the guilt of others. You will too.
We are the same.

I continue to make serious mistakes, but I learn from them all. You will too.
We are the same.

I’ve questioned the meanings of life. I’ve wondered how any divine being can allow such injustice in this world. I’ve questioned my faith, and I’m still finding my way. You will too.
We are the same.

I’ve second-guessed by career and other major decisions. I’ve looked at the lives of others and compared them to mine, wondering what I might have done differently, or for the better. You will too.
We are the same.

I love my parents, but I never recognized the full extent of their love, affection, and teachings. I do now. You will too.
We are the same.

I met someone to share my life with, someone that loves me for my weaknesses, that makes my soul complete. You will too.
We are the same.

I’ve learned that the purpose of parenting is to teach and prepare you for the life ahead of you. I didn’t know that when I was young. I do now.
We are the same.

What I want in life, I want only for you. You’ll know that feeling with your children.
We are the same.

I love you, my son, more than life itself. Your smile lights my world. Your tears are more painful than death. I live your joys and I suffer in your distress. Someday, you will know this feeling too.
We are the same.

Age brings slowness of body, but steadfastness of purpose. My time with you is less every day, my influence over you is decreasing. You are becoming a man, and must live your life outside of my shadow. It happened between me and my father.
We are the same.

But my father lives in me, and I live in you. You will live in your children, and you will love them as much as I love you.
We are the same.

As the years progress, I sense that my life is now reflection of what I’ve done, not what I’ll do. I must accept that. You’ll reach that point in time. And hopefully, if you take time to think about it, you’ll realize that as much as we attached seriousness to our disagreements, those times are nothing compared to the whole of our lives together.

Looking up into the night sky you won’t see stars, but instead they’ll be pointers to a lifetime of memories, pleasant reminders of happiness and love.

And someday a part of you will leave this existence for the next horizon. However, you won’t be disheartened at this, but will embrace it. You will be at ease with yourself, feeling confident and privileged to have experienced the wondrous and eternal joy of a father and son sharing each other’s love.

How do I know this?

Because, although you may not realize it now, we are the same.

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I get this essay from a google search for "we are the same"

Personally i think this is applicable for most family, even mother and daugther too,
as long as you are in a ordinary family without any serious problem....

"It seems to me that this is true for all of us--only the names and places are different."

you may refuse to read it,
you may tell others that it's crap,
but you cannot deny the truth....

i agree with the writer....