it doesn't....

~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 dream, 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 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 full moon, Yes! I am here to stay, here to live.

~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 world with your desparate soul.

~It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back to the sea.

~It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.

rock.

what we don't realize...

"When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace."

Everyone is making bombs.
"You can't tell us not to make them when you have millions"

WHY?

summer.

it's literally half done.
in about a month and half we'll all be going to our accepted and chosen colleges, with good-byes, and tears, and an overwhelming emotions which will include; fear, excitement, content, sadness, bitterness, and probably so much more. But I don't want to think about this right now, I'm gonna go out and have fun, worrying and all that is for later. Hopefully not too soon....

whatever, man.

I'm writing another journal after journal because I want to, and you can't tell me something's wrong because it's allllll mine. Hung out with a dearly missed homeslice lyndall today, got her ready to play some ultimate frisbee, got food, then the round two. Can't say much about her, other than to say that shes the bomb. Hopefully she'll dominate at the game tomorrow. (If she goes).

Oooope, just randomly read about a woman who had to clean pee and poop off the so called, "dry bucket" for 23 years in India because of such big gaps in their social hierchy. Apparently, now she is a queen or some sort, rockin' the gold clown with blings on her head. Man, what a life! I wonder if we had a hierchy, then some things would probably make sense to a lot of us, such as politics and somewhat of millions of problems that the country faces these hectic, hectic days....

bahhh.

Summer is getting kinda boring these days with everyone gone. My only asian party buddy Patrick Sharr is gone to San Diego for a Marine Corp training, (BOOT CAMP!) aha Kat is off at Wyoming to see her homie, Seth is going to be on his ass day and night after his painful back surgery tomorrow. Well, I guess I still have some friends left to hangout: Ryan, Lyndie, Elaine, Becky, Nick, Tyler, and probably a little more. I sometimes wish I could just go to college already, see what it's like, come back, then have some time to kick it with my homies. But that would never happen. Time machines would come in handy right now...