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 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 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, to be realistic, 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 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 trustworthy.

    I want to know if you can see beauty, even when it's not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own 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 get up,  
    after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the
    children.

    It doesn't interest me who you know 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.

    - Oriah Mountain Dream

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