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1,001 Things I Want In a Lover, #114
Someone who challenges me. Forcing me to be a better version of myself. To get outside of my comfort zone and try things that I normally wouldn’t.
“Unless you decide you are worthy of more, you will be content with less.”
—(via thoughtsonasunday) (via funkylove) (via ferrydust) (via quote-book)
“The inexpressible depth of music, so easy to understand and yet so inexplicable, is due to the fact that it reproduces all the emotions of our innermost being, but entirely without reality and remote from pain…Music expresses only the quintessence of life and of its events, never these themselves.”
—Arthur Schopenhauer, as quoted in Oliver Sacks’ insanely good 2007 book, Musicophilia (via psychotherapy) (via quote-book)
The Invitation
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, 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 at 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 the night of grief and despair, and do what needs to be done…
It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to knwo 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 knwo what sustains you from 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.
