It doesnt interest me what you do for a living (u could be a scientist, a doctor,a philosopher, begger, cheerleader, etc), I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your hearts longing. It doesnt intrest 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 doesnt interest me what planets are squaring with your moons. I want to know if you have touched the centre 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; Mind or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it; or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy; mind or even your own; If you can dance with the wilderness and let the ecstacy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning yourself to be carful. be realistic, or to remember the limitiations of being a human.