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 ot 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, to remember the limitations of being a
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. If you can be faithless 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 own life from it’s presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still
stand 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
brusied to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
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.
I received the following story during Naitonal Friendship Week in
March. Thanks Andy.
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