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"..after a while you learn the subtle differences between holding a hand and sharing a life. and you learn that love doesn't mean possession and company doesn't mean security and loneliness is universal. and you learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents arent promises. and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child. and you learn to build your hope on today, as the future has a way of falling apart in midflight because tomorrow's ground can be too uncertain for plans yet each step taken in a new direction creates a path toward the promise of a brighter dawn. and you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much, so you plant your own garden and nourish your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. and you learn that love, true love, always has its joys and sorrows .. seems ever present ; yet is never quite the same becoming more than love and less than love .. & so difficult to define. and you learn that through it all you really can endure; that you really are strong. that you do have value and you learn and grow, with every goodbye ; you learn.."
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 hearts 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 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 shrivelled 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're 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 every day, and if you can source your life from god's 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 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 the 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 are, 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 empty moments.
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