One day you might see yourself walking alone on a new path. No one seems in sight. No one seems to have walked it earlier. Don’t give up midway. You’re on a right track. Go on. Reach your dreams.The reason why you don’t see anyone is because, the world is following you.
It doesn’t interest me what do 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 planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you tached the center of your own sorrow, if you have opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if ou can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide 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 the wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the finger 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 others 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 faithless and therefore be trustworthy. I want to know if you can see the beauty even it is not pretty every day, and if you can source your life from its 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 ge up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, ad do what needs to be done for the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you are, or how you came to be there, 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 studed. 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.
(by Oriah Mountain Dreamer)
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