The
Invitation
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
desire.
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 sorrow, if
you have been opened by life's betrayals, or have become
shriveled and closed for the fear of future 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 ecstasy fill you to the
tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be
careful, to be realistic, or to remember the limitations
of human beings.
It doesn't
interest me if the story you're telling me is true. I want
to know if you disappoint another to be true to yourself,
if you can bear the accusations 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 its
presence.
I want
to know if you can live with failure, yours or mine, and
still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver
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 are now 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 Your life is not a coincidence, it is
a reflection of you.
-
Oriah Mountain Dreamer
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