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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 hearts longing...if you have touched the center of your own sorrow... if you can sit with pain, mine or our own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it...if you can be with joy, mine or your own...if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul...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...I want to know what sustains you from inside when all else falls away...if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments...
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