Iunno, but if you’ll be given a chance to be with me, I’ll definitely make you happy. You won’t get bored. You’ll laugh your ass off and definitely you’ll enjoy the whole day with me. If we’re at the mall, I’ll hold your hand like I never wanna let go. I’ll be goofy. If we’re at the park, I’ll play with you like there’s no tomorrow. If we’re at the beach, I’ll throw sand on you and then I’ll let you chase me. If we’re at home, I’ll cuddle with you all day. I’ll kiss you, and hug you, and play with your hair. And after that whole day when you drop me at home. I’ll text you just to say “I miss you” then I’ll call to say “I love you. I wanna do this again tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and for a lifetime"...
When you finally learn how to love yourself, a lot of people will hate you for it. But there will always be those who will see and know exactly why you learned.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
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, 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 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.