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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 dreams, 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, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.
it doesn’t interest me if the story you’re 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 be 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 god’s presence. i want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of a 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 a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children.
it doesn’t interest me who you are, 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
Joy in living comes from having fine emotions, trusting them, giving them the freedom of a bird in the open. Joy in living can never be assumed as a pose, or put on from the outside as a mask. People who have this joy don not need to talk about it; they radiate it. They just live out their joy and let it splash its sunlight and glow into other lives as naturally as bird sings.
We can never get it by working for it directly. It comes, like happiness, to those who are aiming at something higher. It is a byproduct of great, simple living. The joy of living comes from what we put into living, not from what we seek to get from it.
one windy spring day, i observed young people having fun using the wind to fly their kites. multicolored creations of varying shapes and sizes filled the skies like beautiful birds darting and dancing. as the strong winds gusted against the kites, a string kept them in check.
instead of blowing away with the wind, they arose against it to achieve great heights. they shook and pulled, but the restraining string and the cumbersome tail kept them in tow, facing upward and against the wind. as the kites struggled and trembled against the string, they seemed to say, “let me go! let me go! i want to be free!” they soared beautifully even as they fought the restriction of the string. finally, one of the kites succeeded in breaking loose. “free at last,” it seemed to say. “free to fly with the wind.”
yet freedom from restraint simply put it at the mercy of an unsympathetic breeze. it fluttered ungracefully to the ground and landed in a tangled mass of weeds and string against a dead bush. “free at last” free to lie powerless in the dirt, to be blown helplessly along the ground, and to lodge lifeless against the first obstruction.
how much like kites we sometimes are. the heaven gives us adversity and restrictions, rules to follow from which we can grow and gain strength. restraint is a necessary counterpart to the winds of opposition. some of us tug at the rules so hard that we never soar to reach the heights we might have obtained. we keep part of the commandment and never rise high enough to get our tails off the ground.
let us each rise to the great heights, recognizing that some of the restraints that we may chafe under are actually the steadying force that helps us ascend and achieve.
To Monsieur Charles Nodier, member of the French Academy, etc. Here, my dear Nodier, is a book filled with deeds that are screened from the action of the laws by the closed doors of domestic life; but as to which the finger of God, often called chance, supplies the place of human justice, and in which the moral is none the less striking and instructive because it is pointed by a scoffer. To my mind, such deeds contain great lessons for the Family and for Maternity. We shall some day realize, perhaps too late, the effects produced by the diminution of paternal authority.
That authority, which formerly ceased only at the death of the father, was the sole human tribunal before which domestic crimes could be arraigned; kings themselves, on special occasions, took part in executing its judgments. However good and tender a mother may be, she cannot fulfil the function of the patriarchal royalty any more than a woman can take the place of a king upon the throne. Perhaps I have never drawn a picture that shows more plainly how essential to European society is the indissoluble marriage bond, how fatal the results of feminine weakness, how great the dangers arising from selfish interests when indulged without restraint. May a society which is based solely on the power of wealth shudder as it sees the impotence of the law in dealing with the workings of a system which deifies success, and pardons every means of attaining it. May it return to the Catholic religion, for the purification of its masses through the inspiration of religious feeling, and by means of an education other than that of a lay university.
In the “Scenes from Military Life” so many fine natures, so many high and noble self-devotions will be set forth, that I may here be allowed to point out the depraving effect of the necessities of war upon certain minds who venture to act in domestic life as if upon the field of battle. You have cast a sagacious glance over the events of our own time; its philosophy shines, in more than one bitter reflection, through your elegant pages; you have appreciated, more clearly than other men, the havoc wrought in the mind of our country by the existence of four distinct political systems. I cannot, therefore, place this history under the protection of a more competent authority.
Your name may, perhaps, defend my work against the criticisms that are certain to follow it,--for where is the patient who keeps silence when the surgeon lifts the dressing from his wound? To the pleasure of dedicating this Scene to you, is joined the pride I feel in thus making known your friendship for one who here subscribes himself Your sincere admirer, De Balzac Paris, November, 1842.
There is so much I have not been, so much I have not seen. I have notthought and have not done or felt enough—the early sun, rain and theseasonal delight of flocks of ducks and geese in flight, the
mysteries oflate-at-night. I still need time to read a book, write poems, paint a picture,look at scenes and faces dearto me. There is something more to be ofvalue—something I should find within myself—
as peace of mind,patience, grace and being kind. I shall take and I shall give, while yet,there is so much to live for—rainbows, stars that gleam, the fields, thehills, the hope, the dreams, the truth that one
must seek. I’ll stay here—treasure every day and love the world in my own way!
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