It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what plants are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrows, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have you shriveled and closed from the fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mind or your own, if you can dance with wildness…I want to know if you can see beauty even when its not pretty, everyday, and if you can sources your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failures, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and should to the silver moon, “Yes!”
It doesn’t interest me where you live, or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done.
It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside, when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.”-Oriah Mountain Dreams.