Mother and boy walk on the beach. At one point the boy asked: - Mom, how is love kept? Mom looked at him and replied: - Grab some sand and clench your fist. The boy clenched his fist and the more he squeezed, the more sand leaked out of it. "But Mom, sand running away!" - I know, but open your fist completely now. The boy obeyed her, but at that moment the wind blew and took all the sand from his palm. - I still can't keep the sand. To which the mother said with a smile on her face: - Now take some sand in your hand again and hold your palm as if it were in the shape of a spoon, closed enough to protect it, and open enough to be free. The boy did as he was told and the sand remained on his palm, protected enough from the wind, and also free from slipping through his fingers. - That's how love is kept. |