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That is a sweet passage. Here is one to wrap your head around. Its rather deep and to most they can't understand its meaning. They just read the words and those words go from one end of their brain to the other end and those words escape into thin air. Don't get me wrong I am no poet and I didn't write this passage, but it was a gift to me from a good friend. I hope you enjoy it as I did, I am aware that you will take from this a different meaning then the meaning I took from this passage. Thank you for your passage. I hope you had a great time out drinking.

(The Invitation) It does not 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 does not matter to me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive. It does not interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your 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, 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 to be realistic, to 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's 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 on the edge of the 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 to feed the children. It doesn't interest me where or what 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 like the company you keep in the empty moments

Thank you for the link. I'm also suffering from depressing caused by my anxiety attacks. I hope you get better soon. Thank God for sleeping tablets!