It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living, I want to know what you ache for.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are, I want to know if you are willing to risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine. It doesn’t interest me where you live or how rich you are.
I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and be sweet to the ones you love.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and truly like the company you keep in the empty moments of your life.
Oriana Mountain Dreamer