I have no interest in knowing where you originally came from. But if you could stick to whom you originally are, and not reconstruct any aspect of yourself to please everyone else around you.
It doesn't matter to me what age you claim to be, or truly are. What interests me is to know if you would allow yourself to look a fool for love. If you would permit yourself to go crazy and execute your dreams. I want to know if you would go to outstanding extents to achieve the full thrill and adventure of life.
It doesn't interest me how much money you make or where you happen to live. I want to know if you could stay up all alone on a Saturday night with horrendous visions as you reminisce over random thoughts racing through your mind. If you could wake up after a restless night of nightmares, with a hollow feeling, a feeling of being alienated along with suicidal thoughts, broken all over and still manage to accomplish what needs to be done for yourself and your family.
It doesn't interest me if you can swim across the whole ocean. I want to know if you have the ability to remain still with pain and misery (of your own, mine or others) without masking it, attempting to fix it, or fabricating the effect it has on you. I want to know if you can let loose, be carefree and be one with the world... Letting the ecstasy take over your entire body, covering your eye sight with hallucinations, not caring about what happens, not thinking what is realistic or isn't, or letting the limitations of being human terminate you from achieving the one goal every human wishes to accomplish... Pure happiness.
It doesn't interest me how you came to be in this world nor whom you associate with. I want to know if you will stand in the line of fire with me, and not plummet to the ground with fear.
It doesn't interest me what you have studied or what carriers you pursued. I want to understand what your reason for living is. What is the single thing that fills your emptiness with joy, and replaces your depression with excitement?
It doesn't interest me if the stories you speak of are factual or just a myth. I want to know if you could commit a crime and still live in peace with yourself, or would you break apart with every thought of it. I want to know if you can handle betrayal and criticism but yet not betray your spirit, pride, dignity or soul. I want to know if you can deceive someone else... To be true to yourself. I want to know if you can be reliable, loyal and blunt. I want to know if you can see the good in the bad, the pretty in the beastly, the magic in the un-magical.
It doesn't interest me how many friends you have. I want to know if you can take being alone all hours of day and of night. What keeps you from weakening, from having you collapse to your knees on the floor at the end of each day? I want to know if you have the willpower to live the rest of your life unaccompanied, isolated, and not be driven insane. I want to know if you have the energy to fight the urge on thinking about giving up, and then have the energy to actually not give up.
It doesn't interest me what new technology is out there in your world. I want to know if you have reached the center of your sorrow, if you have been blinded by the beautiful lies of life, or if you have shriveled and distanced off due to the harsh facts about death.
