it doesnt interest me to know what u 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 doesnt 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 doesnt interest me what planets are squaring your moon, I want to know if you've touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayal's or have become shriveled and closed from fear of furthur pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, 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 ecstacy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human. It doesnt interest me if the story you're telling is true, I want to know if you can dissapoint another and 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 trustworthy, I want to know if you can see BEAUTY even if it's not pretty everyday and if you can source your life from the ones presence. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout YES!! It doesnt interest me where you live or how much money you have. i want to know if you can still get up after a night of grief and despair and still do what needs to be done. It doesnt intrest me how u came to be here, i want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
-written by some Indian Chief somewhere