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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 dream, for
the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I
want to know if you have touched the center of your own
sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have
become shriveled and closed from 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, mine or your own; if you can dance with
wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your
fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be
realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is
true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true
to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and
not betray your own soul. I want to know if you can be
faithful and therefore be trustworthy. I want to know if you
can see beauty even when it is not pretty everyday, and if you
can source your life on the edge of the lake and shout to the
silver of the full moon, "YES!"
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much
money you have. I want to know if you can get up after a night
of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do
what needs to be done for the children.
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 Dreamer, Indian Elder
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