A poem strengthen me many times through my teenage angst. I have always called it "I Don't Care" because that was the version given me. This version:
I don’t care about what you do for a living.
I want to know what you love most,
and if you dare to face your own demons.
I don’t care 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.
I don’t care what your sign is,
I want to know if you have touched the center of your sorrow,
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or
if you have become hard and closed from fear of further pain!
I want to know if you can tolerate pain, mine or your own,
without trying to hide it or changed it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own;
If you can get crazy and dance, letting the energy 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.
I don’t care 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.
I want to know if you can be faithful 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 life from Wisdom and Compassion.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine,
And still stand up and shout "Gabba Gabba Hey," for no reason at all.
I don’t care about 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.
I don’t care who you are, what band you are in or how cool you are.
I want to know if you will stand in the middle of the fire with me
and fight for what we know is right.
I don’t care what religion, race, sexual preference or political stance you have.
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.
Not to take up unwanted space, but I found the original today. Apparently, the version I enjoyed for so long was "edited" (that makes me think of the World's Greatest Shakespeare Company) by someone. Here is the original. The themes are very similar but the tone is different. I like different parts of both more than the other, though I cannot say which I prefer. I hope you have a moment to enjoy.
The Invitation by Oriah
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 centre 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
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 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
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
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 centre 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 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.
I don’t care about what you do for a living.
I want to know what you love most,
and if you dare to face your own demons.
I don’t care 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.
I don’t care what your sign is,
I want to know if you have touched the center of your sorrow,
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or
if you have become hard and closed from fear of further pain!
I want to know if you can tolerate pain, mine or your own,
without trying to hide it or changed it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own;
If you can get crazy and dance, letting the energy 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.
I don’t care 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.
I want to know if you can be faithful 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 life from Wisdom and Compassion.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine,
And still stand up and shout "Gabba Gabba Hey," for no reason at all.
I don’t care about 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.
I don’t care who you are, what band you are in or how cool you are.
I want to know if you will stand in the middle of the fire with me
and fight for what we know is right.
I don’t care what religion, race, sexual preference or political stance you have.
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.
Not to take up unwanted space, but I found the original today. Apparently, the version I enjoyed for so long was "edited" (that makes me think of the World's Greatest Shakespeare Company) by someone. Here is the original. The themes are very similar but the tone is different. I like different parts of both more than the other, though I cannot say which I prefer. I hope you have a moment to enjoy.
The Invitation by Oriah
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 centre 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
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 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
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
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 centre 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 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.
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