(no subject)
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 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 be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.