What is Worth

#innocence #spontaneity #sincerity #honesty #consciousness #awareness #empathy #wisdom

My tribute to the anonymous author of The Invitation:

I don’t care about the makeup you put on your face, and the lies you use to adorn your image. Tell me what you did when your world collapsed, tell me how you woke up after the disaster. If you will cry when you feel to cry, and you will laugh when you feel to laugh. If you can suffer for someone else’s pain, and you can be enthusiastic for someone else’s joy. If you get thrilled for a sunrise, and keep talking with your inner child. Show me you can dance the flow of life, jump into the darkness and learn to fly. Tell me would you do to save for a life.

The Invitation

Author: Oriah Mountain Dreamer (Ojibway-Oriah, Chippewa, 1890?)

It doesn’t interest me what you do for 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, be realistic, 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.

Source: www.davidpbrown.co.uk

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Teodoro Criscione

Ph.D. student in Network and Data Science (Central European University). Junior Researcher at Freiburg Institute For Basic Income Studies (Freiburg University).