What is it that you are dreaming of? Is there something that you enjoy doing, and that you've always wanted to do? When a human being is able to live his passion, his eyes will burst of joy, and the Universe will ignite in him a light that puts a glint into the eyes of everyone else!
It does not interest me what you do for a living...
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It does not interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you are really aching for,
and if you dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It does not 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 does not interest me what planets are squaring your Moon.
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life's betrayals,
or you have retreated into yourself from fear of further suffering.
I want to know if you can bear pain, mine or your own, without trying to hide it, or fade it, or relieve it.
I want to know if you can feel joy, mine or your own,
if you can dance wildly and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes, without cautioning you to be careful, be realistic, and remember the limitations of being human.
It does not interest me if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint someone 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 is not pleasant, 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 at the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon: 'Yes'.
It does not 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 trouble and despair, weary and bruise to the bone, and do your duty to feed your children.
It does not interest me who you know or how you came here.
I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me, without shrinking back.
It does not interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from the inside, while everything else is falling away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself
and if you really like the company you keep yourself in the empty moments.
Oriah Mountain Dreamer - Old Indian