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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 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 own sorrow
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shrivelled 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
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 is 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 a 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 Oriah Mountain Dreamer
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Ne zanima me kako zaraduješ za život.
Želim znati za čime čezneš i usudjuješ li se sanjati o ispunjenju želje svog srca.
Ne zanima me koliko ti je godina.
Želim znati jesi li spreman napraviti budalu od sebe zbog ljubavi, zbog snova, zbog pustolovine koja se zove Život.
Ne zanima me koji planeti su u opreci s tvojim Mjesecom.
Želim znati jesi li dotaknuo središte svoje tuge, jesu li te životne izdaje otvorile ili si se skvrčio, zatvorio zbog straha od nove boli!
Želim znati možeš li sjediti s boli, mojom ili svojom vlastitom, ne pomaknuvši se da je zastreš ili umanjiš ili izliječiš.
Želim znati možeš li boraviti uz radost, moju ili svoju vlastitu; možeš li se predati divljem plesu i dopustiti da te zanos prožme sve do vršaka prstiju, ne opominjući nas da budemo oprezni, da budemo realni, da ne zaboravimo svoja ljudska ograničenja.
Ne zanima me je li priča koju mi pričaš istinita.
Ne želim znati jesi li u stanju razočarati drugoga kako bi ostao vjeran sebi; možeš li podnijeti optužbe o izdaji i ne izdati vlastitu dušu.
Želim znati možeš li biti vjeran i stoga dostojan povjerenja.
Želim znati možeš li vidjeti Ljepotu čak i ako je nema svakoga dana, i možeš li napajati svoj život Božjom prisutnošću.
Želim znati umiješ li živjeti s porazom, svojim i mojim, pa ipak stati na obalu jezera i doviknuti srebrnom Mjesecu:"Da!"
Ne zanima me gdje živiš i koliko novaca imaš.
Želim znati možeš li nakon noći provedene u boli i očajanju ustati, izmučen, s umorom u kostima, i obaviti sve ono što je potrebno za djecu.
Ne zanima me tko si, ni kako si došao ovamo.
Želim znati hoceš li stati sa mnom u središte vatre i ne ustuknuti.
Ne zanima me gdje, ni što, ni s kim si učio.
Želim znati što te podupire iznutra, kad svega ostalog nestane.
Želim znati možeš li biti sam sa sobom i voliš li uistinu svoje društvo u pustim trenucima.
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