Friday, September 21, 2007

An Invitation

Friday, September 21, 2007

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.

- by the Oriah Mountain Dreamer

13 comments:

Anonymous said...

"Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it...It really is worth fighting for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don't risk everything, you risk even more." - Erica Jong

Daddo said...

You never cease to amaze me. ;) I am shocked and awed by the depth of your knowledge and range of emotions you extract from my being. ;)

With you around, I don't need permission to be human.

That was me up there, I was just click happy.

Angeli said...

click happy. i like that term. :)

i believe in risking everything for love. i've done it before and i'll do it again.

Daddo said...

I like that. I think we're crazy. Sharing thoughts, feelings and emotions and the world is watching.

But then why not!

Angeli said...

oh yes.

somebody once said, "Sanity calms, but madness is more interesting." guess who that somebody is.. :)

Daddo said...

You're quoting dead people again. His name is John Russell? Ah, the power of Google. hahaha! ;)

Daddo said...

August 21, 2007(if I am not mistaken) when I stumbled onto your site. My schadenfreude day. Today, September 21, 2007, I say voodoo economics, Angeli.

Angeli said...

so it has been a month.. hmmm.. :)

how did the stumbling happen?

Daddo said...

I got an email from a former UPB college friend who is coming to LA. I offered to buy her lunch to catch up. She suggested a get together instead – she knew 4 people in LA already. I decided to look for others and I found 1 in NY, 1 in Chicago, 1 in Houston and I found your site through sayoterepublic.net blog roll. And you got me on the first visit. ;) That’s my stumbling story and I am sticking to it. ;)

Angeli said...

what do you mean by "schadenfreude day?" doesn't it mean enjoyment obtained from other's troubles? :)

Daddo said...

Not directed to you, but a schadenfreude (buti nga sa kanya) to his loss. See August 21 post.

Angeli said...

oh, i remember now. that's when you fell in love for the first time again, right? :)

Daddo said...

Did I say that?

 
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