“Well, I don’t know what I want to be. Every day when I wake up, I want to be something different than the day before- maybe it’s to be kinder or more outgoing, maybe a little thinner, maybe more provocative. What I want to be is not defined by any particular title: lawyer, teacher, artist. What I want is to be is a better person- eager to learn, choosing to grow and determined to stay open to this process. The point is to be me the entire time, but always changing ever so slightly.”—
“Life moves on, whether we act as cowards or heroes. Everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run away from, everything we deny, denigrate, or despise, serves to defeat us in the end. What seems nasty, painful, or evil, can become a source of beauty, joy and strength, if faced with an open mind. Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such.”—Henry Miller
Give love, and you have even more. Live with love, and you
live with all the richness life has to offer.
Let yourself love sincerely, without expectation, just
because that love flows naturally from who you are. Let go
of the pretenses, fears and inhibitions, and live with the
love that is at the center of you.
Live with love, and it brings out the best in you. Think,
speak and act from a perspective of real, authentic love,
and the result is genuine and growing fulfillment.
Live with love. For love will carry you forward like nothing
“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!’ 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 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 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.”—