Who am I? What is my purpose? What do I really want?  Why am I here?

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 hearts longing, It doesn’t interest me
how old you are I want to know if you will risk looking like the fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring with your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from further pain. I want to know if you can sit with your pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide 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, or to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling is true. I want to know if you can dissapoint another to be true to yourself, if you can bear the accusations of betrayal and not betray your own soul.
I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see the beauty even when it is not pretty everyday, and if you can source your life from IT’S presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the 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, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you are and how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back. It doesn’t interest me to know where or 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.  

Oriah Mountain Dreamer, Indian Elder